Sometimes

Sometimes you just have to accept the fact that they will always get on your nerves, and they probably won't change.
Sometimes they won't grow up and that irritability you experience around them could be for a reason.
Sometimes you realize that there will always be more work to do, more mouths to feed, and more problems to fix.
Sometimes you just won't care.
Sometimes crying would be nice.
Sometimes disappointment lasts.
Sometimes you should have less maturity than them but really don't.
Sometimes your clouded view of everything is ok.

Sometimes you just have to sit back, blast some post-black metal and simply call it a day.