Box of chocolates

It is said that "Life is like a box of chocolates". I propose that for mothers of young children, life is more like a box of hand grenades. All can be quiet and unassuming and you open the box and KABLAM! You don't even know what hits you.

Take this morning for instance. Yes, its only 8:48 and this can be said. If you are a mom, you know what I am talking about. You hear the cherub chitter chattering in the crib at 6:30am (is this REALLY my child chattering at this hour??!! Does she not know me??!!) Anyway, all seems well. You begin to open the box and go get her out of her crib and bring her into the bed with you. You have pulled the grenade out, but apparently the pin still remains intact. In comes your son after a few more minutes (really, do these kids know what they are doing to me at this hour??!! haha!) Evidently the pin gets loosened, because the grenade begins to percolate. Crabiness begins out of seemingly nowhere. The unhappiness continues until the pin is pulled out in the bathtub and KABLAM!!!!!! KABLAM!!!! KABLAM!!! What has just hit you? Your child is screaming and screaming and screaming and for evidently no apparent reason. The other grenade isn't even bothering her.

You look into the box of grenades and you see many others and fear for your life the rest of the day. Yes, life is like a box of grenades. Some of them are duds and never go off. But when you open that box, beware! You can't be sure which ones will blow and which ones won't. Life is like a box of grenades. You never know what you're gonna get.