I was in the floor helping Tucker make Cara’s bed and as my foot scooted across the floor, ole righty was jabbed by a sand bur.
If you’ve never had the misfortune of being acquainted with the little bastards, consider yourself lucky.
As I cussed about the thing trying to rip my foot off, Tucker and I both agreed we were glad my foot found the bur instead of one of the kids’ tender bits.
It was then that I had the epiphany: one of my biggest gripes about being a parent is you would rather get hurt than have your kids be hurt. Don’t get me wrong, I feel exactly that way. However, even though I’d throw myself in front of a moving train to save my offspring, I really don’t wanna hurt.
All that having been said, I’ll keep bleeding for these two knuckleheads but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.