Its just that some days it seems like it would be preferable to live on a nuclear submarine than take care of them, and all that implies. Have I mentioned that I'm terribly claustrophobic on land, and when you add being surrounded by water I can barely breathe just thinking about it?
Ah, but I never forget for a second that I love them, and I'm grateful to have them. And by morning, I'll even like them again.
Well, as long as they don't come into my room and start begging for pancakes at 6am.