They are good at frustrating me to no end.
They are good at making me laugh when I think that all I want to do is cry.
They are good at pushing my limits so far that I want to run away and never look back.
They are good at giving me hugs and kisses that make any bad mood go away.
They are good at making sure that when I am having one of those days where my reflection scares me as I walk by a mirror that no one will be able to get into the front door to see me.
Such good kids.
Now who’s going to pick this mess up?
