Today I spent time with my littlest niece and nephew. And while I love them dearly, they remind me why I don't want kids. They want and need nonstop attention. It was exhausting just to watch them in action, and I wasn't even responsible for anything. I am in awe of their parents (and by extension all parents) who live on not enough sleep, day after day. Or month after month, even. I don't do well after even one night of not enough sleep.
Constantly having to convince kids to eat, or to rest when they're tired, is a job that goes on and on. For YEARS. How has the human race survived? Obviously through the sacrifice of a lot of amazingly dedicated parents.
Hey Mom? You are hereby absolved for all those times I said "Mommymommymommy" and you said "not right now" and my three year old self was offended. I totally get it now (only thirty-seven years later!)