My children are now physically better, but their behavior is at the atrocious stage. ATROCIOUS. This part of the recovery from illness entails a hell of a lot of screaming (from them) because I dare to do things like require them to brush their teeth and eat in a chair rather than on my lap. OH, THE INJUSTICE.
But I don't want to talk about that, I don't want to think about it, and God knows I don't want to deal with it anymore. So here are some pictures of the demons from a happier time.
One of the many dichotomies of parenthood: Loving your children so much, and yet wanting equally as much to run away from them. Well, almost equally.