Thing is, I did indeed grow up, and have kids who are at least twice as bad as I was as a kid (I swear its more like 4 times, but hey who's counting right) thing is... I didn't have 1... or 2... or even 3... Nope, I had four of those lovely little monsters. I was even one of those moms, who had a sudden brain fart, and decided that once I had the first three sleeping through the night, potty trained, and off to school. I should start all over, and have a fourth... Thus, leaving me to raise a hormonal teenager, and a temperamental toddler all at the same time (
but, mom... umm I am beginning to think that curse you put on me, was more of a joke on you. See, you not only paid your dues by raising two rowdy, independent, rebellious, strong willed kids of your own... Now my dear sweet mother... Now you get to help me raise mine.
So while, I have my hand in raising a least 4 of the worlds
and to my dear sweet monsters... For you I do not wish the torture my own mother bestowed on me... No, my little angels I hope that you have kids who are two times sweeter, and at least two times more well behaved then you yourselves are **Wink Wink** and don't you worry your little heads, cause mommy will have no problems with the babysitting.