They're Nasty...but I Love Them!

As odd as it may sound, I knew in my early twenties...I mean very early twenties (like when most people that age were partying hard) that I wanted to be married and have kids.  I met Susan; we made plans...and BOOM: we had kids.  I won't go into details about how insanely quickly we learned that she was pregnant after we were married (don't start the rumor mill...we've been married over 11 years, and Harrison just turned 10), but it was soon.  So, fast forward 11 years (12 years in May...I don't forget), and here we are with two boys, and I love them despite what I'm about to say about them.  They are hilarious...sarcastic like me...sweet like Susan...and distinctly different from one another.  And, as much as I love them, I'm just gonna put this out there:  They are nasty!

While I could dedicate this entire blog to either the endless pile of dirty clothes that ALWAYS manages to be anywhere but the laundry room or hamper (with shirts inside out and pants with one leg tucked inside and socks buried within) or the incessant eruptions of truly "natural" gas that seem to be wherever they are, but this blog post is all about what it's like to try to exist with them AND their germs! 

I had a relatively sickness-free childhood.  There was one year where I battled strep throat, but for the most part, I was fine. I didn't have ear aches, hardly ever missed school for being sick, usually got over the common cold pretty quickly, and really never had the flu or anything rough like that.  However, since these little germ monsters entered my life, I feel like I've been turned into some sort of walking CDC test subject.  Seriously...I'm sure I've spent more in co-pays for myself in the 10 years we've had kids than anyone spent on me in the 20+ years before I had kids. 

If you ask my boys what I obsess about when we're trying to leave the house, they'll tell you that I can't stand dirty fingernails...their clothes have to match and be clean...and their hair can't make them look like "that" kid...uh huh...you know the one that was always in your class.  So, even though they usually look clean, they're pretty much little carriers.  They're walking runny noses...living breathing nasty factories.  As I sit here typing this entry, my throat is killing me, my eyes are watering, and my ears hurt...most likely because Jack has coughed all over me ALL DAY LONG!  And yet, they still kissed me good night, and I wouldn't have it any other way! 

They're nasty, but I love them!