15 Reasons Why Kids Are The Worst (and Best) Roommates Ever

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The article humorously contrasts the challenges and joys of living with children, acknowledging their messy habits and endearing qualities.

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The piece titled "15 Reasons Why Kids Are The Worst (and Best) Roommates Ever" presents a lighthearted look at the chaos and delight of sharing a living space with children. It highlights the less glamorous aspects of cohabitation, such as cleaning up after them, dealing with their constant interruptions, and their tendency to use all household supplies freely. Despite these inconveniences, the author expresses deep affection, emphasizing the laughter, love, and unforgettable moments that children bring into a home. The article underscores the unique bond between the writer and their young roommates, celebrating the joy and life that fill the house, making every hardship worthwhile.

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The author finds humor in the messy and disruptive behavior of children, such as leaving socks and snack wrappers around and using expensive shampoos for toy baths.
Despite the frustrations, like kids eating all the food or sleeping in the author's bed, there is an overwhelming sense of love and appreciation for the children's presence.
The article suggests that the author values the spontaneous dance parties, shared snacks, and the ability to make each other laugh over the inconveniences caused by the children.
The author expresses a deep connection with the children, cherishing their shared inside jokes and the comfort of their presence at home.
There is a sense of pride in the children's achievements and a recognition of the unique humor and love they bring into the author's life.
The author acknowledges the challenges of parenting but ultimately conveys that the rewards of living with children far outweigh the drawbacks.

I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Why They Are The Worst:

They throw up everywhere (and you have to clean it.)

Their socks and snack wrappers are everywhere.

They eat all your food and drink all your milk.

They use all of your expensive shampoos to wash their shark puppet, “Carl,” with in the bath.

They interrupt you every twenty minutes just because they can.

They sleep in your bed and steal your covers.

They get paint, playdough, toenails, boogers, slime, and glitter everywhere.

They don’t want you to touch their stuff, but they’re all up in yours.

They flush Hotwheels down your toilet because obviously, it’s a five-star car wash simulator.

They think you’re made of infinite money and energy.

They insist they aren’t tired the night before but are the grumpiest (and cutest) little humans the following morning.

They steal your clothes.

You have to remind them to wash their hands after they poop.

They only want to watch their shows on TV.

They don’t replace the toilet paper roll when it’s empty.

Why They Are The Best:

They make you laugh All. The. Time. (Even when you don’t want to)

You love living with them and never want to stop.

You never get tired of seeing their faces.

They love eating snacks with you.

They love watching movies with you.

They are always up for a thirty-second dance party.

They love twenty-second hugs just as much as you do.

Your bond with them fills your four walls with life, laughter, and love, and overflows into the streets like a freaking love volcano.

They are so proud of you for putting yourself through school.

They smell like love even when they stink.

They have the same sense of humor as you.

They laugh when you fart and blame it on the cat (and vice-versa)

Your inside jokes with them are top-notch.

You always miss them when they’re gone and can’t wait for them to come back home.

All is right with the world when they’re home with you.

Once again, thank you to my inspiration, Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她). Her prompts and positive energy have made my life a lot breezier than it should be right now.

P.s. — I wouldn’t trade my roommates for anyone else in the world. Sorry, not sorry.

Thank you for your love and support. You Are Loved. ❤

Divina Grey is a ferocious woman and mother rebuilding her life one article at a time. She likes long bike rides, singing and playing her guitar, an electrifying workout, and a cup of coffee so decadent she can feel the frothiness in her bones. Over the last twenty-five years, Divina has stockpiled a collection of journals in an elegant wooden chest and is oozing with gratitude for the chance to share her staggering long-time love of writing with the world.