I Don't Like Kids That Much

So, I don't have too many crazy new stories about our family and our comings and goings.  We suffered through a miserable spring with the rest of you and are looking forward to some nice weather - finally!  In the midst of our miserable spring and being cooped up with four kids a whole lot more than what my tolerance level is set for has helped me come to a realization that I have probably hinted at before, but I'm not sure if I have ever come right out and said it:  I don't like kids that much.  Don't get me wrong, I LOVE kids - especially my kids.  But as people to hang out with and as the main make-up of your social circle, kids aren't that great.  They fight a lot, you have to do whatever THEY want to do (when do we get to do what I want to do?), you are constantly cleaning up their messes, you are constantly cleaning them up, they are smelly, they are whiny and a lot of times, they are pretty stinking rude.  But then I also came to the following realization: when kids hit the age of about four or five - they like to get you stuff.  It is awesome!  We have a refrigerator in the basement that has my coveted stock of Diet Pepsi.  Guess who likes to go get it for me?  My kids do.  Wesley has this awful habit of still pooping in his diaper (someone should really potty train that kid!) and guess who likes to race upstairs and get me a diaper?  My kids do!  I mean - if this holds, I may never have to walk down my basement stairs again!  If only I could figure out a clever way to apply this knowledge to their toys and clothes - for some reason, the magic only happens when it is something that doesn't belong to them.  Hmmm, races to clean up each others room...might be a million dollar idea!