'They' say that being a parent gets easier. That it's a phase, an age, that you get used to things and develop the tools to cope/deal/not lose your mind.
'They' are full of it.
'They' also don't have two wildly different children.
I was forcibly reminded of this tonight as I clutched the toddler, trying desperately to catch vomit in my hand and screeching for the 8 year old to bring me a bucket.
The 8 year old who stood there and said, "I don't know where they are!"
'They' can deal with the seemingly never ending round of sickness I have creeping through the apartment. 'They' could also pay for the carpet cleaning I am now going to have to do to get the scent of sour milk out of my carpet.
Seriously, can I just fast forward to the part where it DOES get easier? Are you there? What's it like?