I love my rotten children.

Have you ever noticed mothers love to say "I love my children but ." I say it all the time. Being a mother is difficult because we feel guilty for expressing any negative feelings we might have about our youngins. That is why we feel the need to start every sentence or rant with that tag line, so here you go. I love my children BUT...

Sometimes they just drive me insane. My daughter is in preschool now, so her time to annoy is limited and usually I miss her during the day so the things she does to get under my skin (getting into my things, talking non-stop or asking questions non-stop, making a mess, getting make-up everywhere,etc) don't bother me so much.

My boys really know how to get it started. Logan is 3 and autistic, Vincent is 2. Together they cry, destroy and make messes of epic proportions. Vince should be employed as a professional cry baby. He cries on average roughly 8 hours per day. He starts from the moment he wakes, until he finally falls asleep. Just for good measure he makes sure to wake every night around 1am to cry some more. He is also quite good at throwing a crying 'fit' and will throw himself upon the floor and proceed to scream and thrash.

Then you have Logan. Logan doesn't talk much. It takes him really wanting something before he'll finally help you out with one word demands. "Drink, Eat, Yummies." Otherwise he will throw a tantrum and cry, while holding this or that and wanting you to fix it. You see, he is terrible about breaking his toys and when they break, he expects you to repair it. Unfortunately, some things are beyond repair. So he will just stand there, holding said toy, and crying for up to 30 minutes at a time. Sometimes he'll bring the toy back to you over and over and finally in frustration I'll usually throw the toy away since it is broken and it's presence will only cause another fit at some other time in the future.

Then we have the messes they make. God forbid I leave them to use the restroom. Usually if I do, when I return to the playroom, they will have their snacks and drinks smeared into the carpet. Due to this we are having tile or linoleum laid in the room. Carpet cannot survive these terrors. Add in the fact they have broken almost every single lamp we've brought in, we now have nothing of value in the room except toys.

Being a parent is tough, especially when you stay at home day in and day out with your children. We still love em' But...