Surprises in the Shower

I have friends who have no children.   Their house stays clean, no cheerios on the floor or toothpaste smeared on the counter. No chocolate fingerprints on the fridge.  I am quite sure they don't have dismembered action figures laying everywhere in their home. I am sure no one ever poops in their shower or throws up in their bed.

And it is not just cleanliness my childless friends enjoy.  They also enjoy a very flexible schedule.  Last year they whisked off to Germany on a moment's notice.  Barbados is on the agenda for this year.  They stay out late, if they want to.  Or go to bed early, if they want to. There are no football practices, ice skating lessons or choir concerts they must attend.  They have absolutely no homework to do.  They don't have to re-learn long division or the periodic table, not if they don't want to.  Nope.  My childless friends can do whatever they want, whenever they want.

I know their home is more peaceful, too.  No crying babies or screaming toddlers.  No sibling arguments over who sat in the front last time.  No pillow fights, food fights or fist fights.  No children crying because their brother shot their arm with a BB gun.

Frankly, I am a little envious of my friends.

However.  My childless friends do not get opened mouth kisses from a 16 month old.  They don't have a five year old to say, "I just love you so much mommy". They don't get to say bedtime prayers with little boys who have giant faith. My friends don't have anyone crawling on their lap for a story. My childless friends will never know the fulfillment and wonder that children bring.

Shower Surprise Culprit- Toren

And they probably don't want to.  But I  do. And if poop in my shower and long division are the price I have to pay, I will pay it gladly.