cliche

I really can't help it. I am sitting here looking at the past three or four years in photos of my kids and I am listening to the most clichŽ'd song of all "Time of Your Life" by Green Day and I feel so overwhelmed with emotion. One - my kids are so fucking cute, i dare anyone to say that they are not and you are so totally dead to me. Two - time goes by so fucking fast. Three - holy shit kids change you, i mean really make you understand all that is pure and sweet and innocent. It really is one big awful clichŽ. I don't know what to do with that. I am so, totally, unprepared for this wrath of emotion and how to be - cool - with it. What's up y'all.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that pretty much every night I get a little drunk, I go up and check on all my totally awesome, not to mention cute, kids and then I am completely dumb struck. Not just in a sleep deprived, i forgot your name on day 543 of sleep deprivation way, but in a fruit of my loins, great blessing, unworthy kind of way.

I have noticed a lot of visitors to my blog from various religious organizations (hi!) and i am wondering why? Is it the four kids in six years? (Pull-out method really doesn't work FYI!) Is it that they really want to save me from my own personal hell? Is it the not all that gratuitous swearing? I don't get it?

But, I digress. I really love my kids. Happy Canada Day weekend.