UGH! Youth...

Sooo for the past week my nemesis revitalized two-fold her duties as a mother with the gracious accommodation of her grandchildren. Oh, she LOVED every second of it. Consequentially, I despised it all. I never once saw these hooligans—but I certainly heard them. Starting 8AM, I could hear a stampede approaching the kitchen with shrilling laughter that verged on the brink of deathly cries. Bringing up the rear, the mother chuckled at, I’m sure, “the gift of a child’s laughter.” Bah! Children are nothing but greedy, ok. They stole my sleep, my sanity, AND my happiness. I say, mélangez some applesauce and a splash of Benadryl; stuff them full and be on your way. If that’s not responsible parenting, then I don’t know what is.