Things I am NOT Going to Miss (Optional Title: Complaining)

I just cleaned up 53 wet wipes Brock and Blake had pulled out of the Kirkland brand wet wipe....thing. Then I crammed them all back in. I wonder how many times that is going to happen. I know I am going to miss my little kids. I kiss them a million times a day, hold them every chance I can, inhale them, giggle at their words and their squeeky voices, love the stuttering and the lisps, the swarming beehive of 5 year old soccer players, and a million other things. But there are another million things I am not going to miss. Like crumbs in my bed. Wet wipe restuffing. Never having a toothbrush because it gets stolen by Blake EVERY MORNING. I am not going to miss having to come up with 20 meals for people to eat every day. I wont miss 7 people dragging their junk through the house and dropping it wherever they stop. (I know, that's my own fault for not training them, don't judge.) I am tired of picking up garbage off the kitchen floor and sweeping the kitchen 6 times a day and it still never looking clean. Washing 98 outfits a week. Everyone's stuff in my room and their clothes on my bathroom floor, (right next to the hamper). The fighting, the crying, the tattletelling, the whining, the begging and the never ending stories that have no plot. I am writing these down, so when my kids are big, with a new set of problems, I wont forget that little kids were hard also. The physical stress is never ending. They always need something or want something nearly every second of the day and sometimes night. And 1 more thing. I hate potty training. I am terrible at it.