A Moment.

My children are going to murder each other.

I'm about to give one of them help.

KIDDING. Come on, I actually do love my kids.

But today, the two of them were on my LAST nerve and we needed to get the hell out of dodge. I packed a little lunch in my [fab] purse slash shoulder bag and we walked to the park. They were still picking on each other on the way, but once we got there and they had some food and a change of scenery, life was pretty much kosher.

So they're running around and going up the slide and down the mesh ladder and I seriously had a moment. Watching them when they aren't sure I'm watching. Being there when they sneak a peek at me to make sure I saw them almost crack their head open. Catching them stick up for each other when the bigger kids are trying to goad them into being brats.

Those are my kids. I made those humans. And I did a kick ass job, by the way. They're caring, beautiful little creatures. Inside and out. I'm thankful that they tell me they love me best and will take care of me when I'm drooling and in diapers, just like I did for them.

Payback, kids. Payback.