It's Hard Being Little

L asleep in the grocery cart.

 

One night, my niece, O, awoke in the middle of the night and went into her parents room.  My sister-in-law told her to get back in bed and go to sleep.  To which O replied, "It's hard being little."

I still remember this story and it gives me a chuckle everytime I think of it.  I believe she was around 3 years old when she said it. (When she said it for the first time anyway!)

So, I got to thinking about all the ways "it's hard being little."

• You have your own stylist.  People help bathe you, dress you, pick out your clothes, and brush your hair.  Yes, sounds awful. DO NOT sign me up for this.

• You have your own personal chef.  You do not need to worry about what to eat.  Your meals are planned for you.  Your meals are cooked for you and someone serves them to you.  Oh the inhumanity!  I can see the unappeal in not being able to make your own food.

• You have your own maid.  Someone does your laundry, washes the dishes and cleans the house for you.  Gosh, I don't think I could stand it.  I just HAVE to clean my own toilets, don't you?

• You have your own chaffeur.  People drive you wherever you would like to go while you sit in the backseat, drinking the beverage of your choice from your sippy cup.  I don't know about you but if I don't feel like I have really lived unless I can experience road rage on a daily basis.

• You get to take naps everyday.  Someone reads you a story, then gives you some kisses and tucks you in with your blankie.  This sounds like the worst of the lot.  Sleeping?  In the middle of the day? Preposterous!

• You get showered with compliments.  People are constantly telling you how "cute" or "adorable" you are.  No thanks.  Don't care for it.

So, there you have it.  A few of the many reasons why "it's hard being little".  Being grown-up is so much more fun.  Don't you agree?