Their knees are scabby. Their faces are dirty. They smell like sweat, mud, and chocolate. Their hands are always moist...from what?...who knows? Their rooms are never clean. One of them usually has a snotty nose. One of them probably has skid marks in his underwear. There are co pays and medicines. There are "midnight snacks" at 7:00PM. One of them cries at least once a day because of something another one did. My rear is huge because I gained so much weight while pregnant and never bothered to lose it. I am sleep deprived and stressed about managing their activities. They go through at least 21 pairs of pants, 21 shirts, 21 pairs of underwear, 42 socks, and 21 sets of pajamas in a week, and it's my responsibility to wash it all.
Yet, they are so beautiful to me. I'd take one smelly, dirty moment with them over anything else. Scabs and all.
