I love my kids. Really I do. They are pretty awesome.
But...... (brace yourselves)
The sun does not shine out of their butts, nor do they crap rainbows with sparkles. They are kids. Human children. I love them dearly but sometimes they annoy the crap out of me. Sometimes, I would like quiet for more than 30 seconds, I would like to get dressed without the concern for hiding kid's messes on my clothes (I make enough mess on my own, thanks).
I am so freaking tired of people who talk about how their kids are perfect and get along all the time. They never fight (I joke about needing a ref's whistle), temper tantrums are not as frequent (tantrums are constant),the kids go to bed nicely (not even going to touch that one), they sit quietly in church (I am rolling my eyes), and they take medicine (I do acetaminophen suppositories for Stinky, Pixie, and Peas- it saves time and money on medicine spit on the floor).
Fabulous. Your kids are perfect. Mine aren't. They are people- blessings and flaws. Good days and bad. I love them that way. If they were too perfect I would be worried about "Stepford Wives, version 2.0". They are great- just as they are.
Please now go tell them to play in some mud.