Just in case I haven't built up my case enough, here is a little more evidence...
- Remember my swollen ankle that lasted for weeks? I tripped over a little toy bowl at the bottom of our one stair (that leads to the garage).
- I constantly step on Cheerios.
- I was climbing a little chair to put a gift away out of view when I hit my leg (close to my foot) on the chair. I now have a coffee cup size bruise on my leg. (In case you don't see the connection, the gift was for the kids...)
- My hands are so dry they are almost crackly. That is because I wash my hands all of the time after wiping faces, changing diapers, scrubbing heads, etc.
- I have a cut on my finger (required a Thomas the Tank Engine bandaid) due to the lid of a can of pumpkin when I made pumpkin muffins for the little child who I know LOVES them. (Okay, I have to be honest on that one...I love them too)
- All of the missed sleep due to staying up late to accomplish all of the things I cannot accomplish when little people are still up
- The strained voice from saying all day, "Does that really concern you?" or "Whose shoes are in the middle of the floor?"
- The frostbite (not really but sounds good) from getting out of my nice warm house to drive a few towns over to get out in the frigid temperatures just so my son could see one of his friends in the Nutcracker...again.
- The tired fingers from blogging which is the only way I will ever have any record of what we are doing in our lives (like watching The Nutcracker again)
- The bruises on my forehead from banging my head against the wall as I once again explain why we take showers every day
- The broken heart that we moms have every time our children get hurt from the ugly parts of life
- The sore knees from the constant praying for our children, their little personalities (and quirky traits), and their futures.
- The many colds I have caught thanks to the germs of those little people running around
- The high blood pressure when I look at my just cleaned kitchen floor and see a large puddle of sticky juice from a careless kid
- The strained neck from turning around in the car as we travel to hand dropped items, break up arguments, and explain again that we are NOT there yet.
- The wrinkles on my forehead from wondering if my child will always tell lies with a straight face or ever be able to sit still for more than three minutes apart or from guilt that I can never seem to get it right
- The half brushed hair because I am too busy brushing and fixing the hair of others
- The burns on my hands from the times I had to shut the oven door quickly before curious little fingers touched the hot door
- The overflowing heart from the love that keeps growing and growing and growing
I am sure there are many more but time is limited. Do you have any warnings to add?