Post by Ashley @ Sorry Kid, Your Mom Doesn't Play Well With Others
Love is...wiping shit off your kid without puking in their face.
Love is...when your kid acts like an asshole in public and you still bring them home.
Love is... waking up to sewer lid and still kissing their face.
Love is...letting your kid choose their own outfit and taking them in public.
Love is...giving them your last bite of desert.
Love is...pushing them out of your vagina and not saying eww every time you look at them.
Love is...knowing they eat their boogers and still sharing an ice cream cone with them.
Love is...rushing them to the ER and taking 3 hours to realize you forgot your shoes, and that you didn't change your clothes.
Love is...jumping in puddles too.
Love is...sitting back and letting them figure it out on their own and not giving hints.
Love is...letting them use your favorite coffee mug.
Love is...hugging them back even when you are pissed they broke your favorite coffee mug.
Love is...wanting to kick your child square in the ass but instead asking what they can do to fix it.
Love is...laughing at the same fart joke for the 30th time, that hour.
Love is...not having a daily countdown until they move out.
Love is... having your kids spend the night at Grandma's and picking them up the next day.
Love is...begging that you would be sick instead of your child.
Love is...not being able to remember what it was like before children and you are ok with that.
Love is... breathing shallow enough to get lightheaded because the baby just fell asleep.
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