This is how my kids make me feel sometimes. Exactly this. I want to lay on the floor. stare at the ceiling. as they sit on my face. and then jump on my stomach. and then use a marker to write on the sofa… after i said to put the markers away cuz i hate markers… i hate markers and they love markers. i hate noise and they love noise. i hate fun and they love fun. they’re like the cutest little people on the planet… how can the cutest little people on the planet do this to me? i should be better. they just want to play. i apparently hate playing. i used to play once i think. i have no time to play now. i have to make time to play. but i just want to sit in a corner and read my book sometimes/all the times, you know? is that so wrong? just kidding, my kids are the best ever and it’s ok if they only eat chocolate and chips and ice cream. there’s no one better at parenting than me. there’s no one better at having cute and well behaved kids than me. i didn’t even type any of this. evil social media. stop making my fingers type fake lies. SO UNFAIR.