At 9 pm when the kids are finally both asleep in their beds, I am so mentally and psychically drained that I literally can not get off the couch on which I catatonically lie, staring out into nothingness like a trauma victim, for at least 20 minutes.
But of course there are unparalleled highs as well as lows. Evidence that kids are awesome?
|They love eating wooden apples while exuding chubbiness.|
|They love playing with rattles while exuding naked chubbiness.|
|They wear matching shirts.|
|Did I mention naked chubbiness? Yes? It's worth mentioning again.|