This is a line to a favorite Bill Cosby bit I remember fondly from when he did stand-up (the part I’m referencing is near the 2 minute mark).  It was funny and it still is funny.

However, NOW I’m living this bit.  I find myself repeating things way too many times to Monkey and it’s like I’m talking to a brick wall.  What I want to know, for those of you with older children, does this get any better?  Or should I just start dragging my kid to where ever I need him to be? 

Just before the bit I mention above, Mr. Cosby has another one where he talks about “The Curse”.  The “curse” has definitely been cast upon me.  DH has said recently that I don’t look the same since Monkey came along.  I look worn and not as full of life.  Does the “life” come back?  Or do I have at least 16 more years before this happens?