My friends, the grass is NOT greener on the other side. And as much as you (or I) might have hoped, parenting doesn't get any easier once your child learns to walk- it just gets that much more frustrating. There's opening doors and closing doors, spills and thrills, falls and chills, bumps and lumps and handfuls of hair pulled out in clumps (yours). They come and they go. "Where's the kid?" (your wife asks). "F'd if I know?" The cat runs in fear and the dog stays away. Your wife bursts in to tears when you say: "how was your day?" There's not a moment of peace from morning til night. And if your turn for a second your kid's no where in sight. You can't pick them up 'cause then they just lose their sh@#- "I walky now," so you best deal with it. So you chase them, and catch them, but they roam free again. How many times can a man count to TEN??? They race t'ward the stairs, screaming: "Come daddy! Climb!" But, you and I know what goes through your mind. So you block off the hallways, the doors and the drawers. You move the big bookshelves and all that was yours. You make the house safe for children to play, but you still get no peace, 'cause EVERYTHING'S in their way. You clean up the carnage when each "hell" day ends, but you know in the morning you'll be at it again. So, if I were you, I wouldn't speed up that clock, 'cause all hell breaks loose when your kid starts to walk.
Independence Day my a$$!