I grew up getting my ass kicked for screwing around in school, getting bad grades, being disrespectful, trying to dress like a ho, breaking curfew, cussing, smoking. etc. After 40 and having children of my own, I don’t hate my parents for it, no. I grew up to be somebody. I work my ass off and do my best to teach my kids not to be a waste of air.

If you have children in the house, there are certainly times it seems they multiply. Being the handfuls that they can be, I swear I think I’ve had 87 children in my living room at times. Sometimes, after saying, “Stop that!” in rapid succession because one hand is grabbing another, even blinking becomes a terrifying experience. Fortunately, there are early bedtimes and spankings…