Didn't your mom every tell you might get knocked up kissing boys....
Posted 09-16-2007 at 04:36:41 PM by hotcouponmama
Well, if she didn't, I'm here to tell you - you will!
13 years ago, I was all packed and ready to move to the dorms for college. And then some boy came along and kissed me and ruined me for anyone else for the rest of my life.
Fast forward and we've got 3 kids, and one of them turns 6 tomorrow. We did a birthday for him today complete with jumpy houses and screaming kids.
With those kisses comes a mortgage, dogs that can never barf on the tile - they have to do it on the carpet, broken china, years of diapers, vacations with family members with whom you don't want to talk on the phone with let alone hang out at a theme park during your one week off, Christmas eve with drunken inlaws, and really, the list goes on and on.
Kisses mean you're committed when the other person is sick and has anything from a bad back to deathly disease. It's waking up to the sound of crying kids in the morning, and going to bed with more crying in the evening....and about every waking hour in between.
Kisses means you're stuck watching football all fall long (and listening to 8 months during the off season when he's wishing there's football on tv). But it wouldn't really be football season unless the boy who kisses you is snoring on the couch while the game is on and no one is watching it.
It's wondering how you put the kiddos through college and whether or not we're having pizza for dinner, AGAIN.
Being kissed is like saying goodbye to knick knacks, personal space, and peace and quiet. It's piles of laundry and wishing your name was anything but mom. It's red paint stains on white carpet, and replacing school shoes about every month because "I thought they were my play shoes".
13 seconds of kisses quickly becomes 13 years of crazy ideas, moves around the countries, and three trips to the delivery room.
So, if your mom never told you kissing boys might get you knocked up, I'm here to tell you it's true...it does...and after 13 years, the kisses are still worth it!
13 years ago, I was all packed and ready to move to the dorms for college. And then some boy came along and kissed me and ruined me for anyone else for the rest of my life.
Fast forward and we've got 3 kids, and one of them turns 6 tomorrow. We did a birthday for him today complete with jumpy houses and screaming kids.
With those kisses comes a mortgage, dogs that can never barf on the tile - they have to do it on the carpet, broken china, years of diapers, vacations with family members with whom you don't want to talk on the phone with let alone hang out at a theme park during your one week off, Christmas eve with drunken inlaws, and really, the list goes on and on.
Kisses mean you're committed when the other person is sick and has anything from a bad back to deathly disease. It's waking up to the sound of crying kids in the morning, and going to bed with more crying in the evening....and about every waking hour in between.
Kisses means you're stuck watching football all fall long (and listening to 8 months during the off season when he's wishing there's football on tv). But it wouldn't really be football season unless the boy who kisses you is snoring on the couch while the game is on and no one is watching it.
It's wondering how you put the kiddos through college and whether or not we're having pizza for dinner, AGAIN.
Being kissed is like saying goodbye to knick knacks, personal space, and peace and quiet. It's piles of laundry and wishing your name was anything but mom. It's red paint stains on white carpet, and replacing school shoes about every month because "I thought they were my play shoes".
13 seconds of kisses quickly becomes 13 years of crazy ideas, moves around the countries, and three trips to the delivery room.
So, if your mom never told you kissing boys might get you knocked up, I'm here to tell you it's true...it does...and after 13 years, the kisses are still worth it!
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Dang! That was beautifully written with out being sugar coated. Every woman can definitely relate. It wasn't the kisses that got me, it was the back massage that won my heart body and soul. It was the hook line and sinker and I gave my all to him, why?... because of that one passionate back massage. And yes I agree kisses and back massage can lead to getting knocked up =)Posted 09-17-2007 at 10:11:16 PM by junecleaver
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I will make sure I show this to my girls...don't need any of them getting knocked up any time soon! thanksPosted 09-18-2007 at 08:13:01 AM by JANE4girls - Aw, I expecially liked that last part. We have been married since 1885 (just kidding 1985) and my heart still flutters at the thought of him. Yes, we also have 3 screaming kids 14,11, & 6 whose mission it is to drive us totally insane, who steal all our precious moments together and who we couldn't live without.Posted 01-29-2008 at 09:50:15 AM by
