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 allow people to easily kill by other people with guns), but it’s certainly something of a 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 watching the Olympics is not that different from having kids.
In what ways, you say? Funny you should ask.
10 Ways Having Kids is Like Watching the Olympics
- You’re constantly amazed that there aren’t more injuries
- The outfits are ridiculous
- Major drama happens 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