Remember back in the day when you were in high school and you would be heading for the water fountain, only to be cut off by some jerk who then took their time guzzling down water while you waited impatiently? Yeah, that was frustrating.
At least I *thought* that was frustrating. Until I actually had kids.
Now imagine that you were heading for the water fountain and some jerk cut you off, but while you are impatiently waiting you now have a baby crying and a child yelling "I WANT WATER NOW!!!" All while feeling the glare of the judging eyes of everyone around you because you cannot control your kids.
Yes. THAT is frustrating.
Kids make everyday frustrations magnify. And once you have kids, your frustrations will multiply like naughty little bunnies.
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| It's ok that I'm talking about rabbits multiplying because it is Easter and bunnies are everywhere right now. |
