That's a direct quote from my three-year-old son, who actually shouted it from the bathroom while I was on the phone with a work colleague. No big deal though; everyone should know that's the life of a parent.
It's also a harsh reality check for those finding themselves at this stage of life. The life of an adult clearly changes with the birth of a child. Yeah, it's a little bit about selfishness - you can't be your center of attention anymore. There's someone else in much greater need of your time. And that's fine. Don't get me wrong, I love the hell out of my kids. But I sure as hell wouldn't mind being a little more selfish too. Never is this more evident than with each milestone your kid reaches.
All parents are pumped when their kids start to crawl and walk, but how long does it take before you're freaking sick of chasing them around everywhere? Is there anything that doesn't need to be fucking child-proofed?
And talking? Yes, we want to hear what the first words will be, but eventually you'd like them to shut the hell up too.
The most recent milestone for my #1 is the aforementioned potty training. It's great. It makes him seem more independent. It saves us money on diapers. But, son of a bitch, how many misfires do I have to clean up?
I'm left to only hope that Joey's matter-of-fact exclamations from the throne won't continue much longer. But such is the life I lead.
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