A Swing and a Miss

Its that moment when you are being grumpy with the kids and you know what you are doing and yet you are too exhausted to stop. And those little stinkers have the audacity to still want you to lie down with them and tickle them. Even when you have been a complete nimrod. Its as if they only see you in victory and when your game falls short they pitch you a slow softball. And if you swing and miss...they pitch it again. And again. They seem to provide the opportunity to connect with them as many times as I'm willing to try. Its as if they are more committed to me being at my best than I am sometimes. They seem to only see me as their hero even when I feel so far away from that title. They are so willing and desirous to forgive. Kids are awesome. I think I'll be a kid.