Raising kids often feels like a contact sport. Or an endurance test. Or both. It’s actually more like 50 different sports all wrapped up in one. In short, it’s like the Olympics.
Maybe it’s not cross-country skiing, and it’s definitely not a biathlon (guns don’t kill people, terrible gun laws that allow people to easily kill other people with guns kill people), but it’s certainly something of a marathon. It might even be curling, but I don’t understand curling, so we’re sticking with marathon, and maybe some ice dancing (I don’t understand that either).
I’ve never participated in the Olympic games, but I have seen them on TV. A lot. They’re always on. And after years of being a spectator, I’ve come to the conclusion that the Olympics aren’t that different from having kids.
10 Ways Parenting is Like the Olympics
- You’re constantly amazed that there aren’t more injuries
- The outfits are ridiculous
- Major drama always seems to happen in the middle of the night
- Someone always has pink eye
- Most of the time you have no idea what’s happening
- Everyone has more energy than you
- There’s tons of crying
- There’s a lot of judging that doesn’t make any sense
- Half the participants barely speak English
- Moms get most of the credit