My friend [Hi Faithers!] sent me an e-mail titled The Birth Order of Children. Have you read it? It’s funny, and too true.
I remember reading it before I had 3 children, half smiling at it, and passing it on. This section in particular didn’t make sense to me before.
1st baby: You spend a good bit of every day just gazing at the baby.
2nd baby: You spend a bit of every day watching to be sure your older child isn’t squeezing, poking, or hitting the baby.
3rd baby: You spend a little bit of every day hiding from the children.
I was like, “Why would you hide from your children?” Now, I know.
Yep, I hide from my children. Regularly. Well, I try to, but those little boogers usually find me.
They either find me or I can’t take the guilt of them calling pitieously for me and I come out.
If I’m trying to hide and it gets quiet, I run out of my hiding place. Quiet means trouble.