The Next UFC Is Happening NOW.

The kids are currently using our bed – a queen-sized mattress on the floor – as a jumping, vaulting and wrestling ring. I’m sitting in the office (right next to them, mostly in sight).

In the process, each one of them has been bashed, punched, kicked or otherwise mangled in some (minor) way. And, of course, once they’re injured even a little bit, they start to cry those “ow” tears that aren’t really HURT so much as stunned and angry.

But those non-hurts still cause the kind of tears that involve some sort of sulking which, if ignored, will stop in about 3 seconds but which, if paid attention to, will lead to sobbing and wailing and being mad at someone.

After the third or fourth set of “ow” tears, I finally stated that if anyone got hurt again they’d have to stop playing on the bed.

I have heard several THUDS and several THUNKS and a few “OWs!” and yet, there haven’t been any tears at all. None! Nada! Zip!

Ha!

(Seriously, can I just say that it’s really easy to feel totally competent and brilliant as a parent? It’s also just as easy to feel like a complete, clueless idiot.. but I’m forgetting that part for now..)