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?
