If they’re anything like mine, they are in whatever room you play in, happily dumping every toy they own out because it is “Good Morning Time.”

Really?

I’m curious when my children are going to realize that to have a “Good Morning Time,” they are going to have to sleep past a certain, reasonable hour—or at least leave Mommy alone until that currently undetermined, but much dreamed about hour.

Seems they haven’t gotten that memo yet.

They are still working on the assumption that they are the center of the universe and my job/only interest is doing whatever they want, whenever they want it.

The world will be a much happier place when they figure out that they have the roles reversed and that their future happiness will come from the realization that I am, in fact, the center of the universe and my wish should be their command.

Why else would a person have children? 

To subject yourself to this insanity voluntarily without the payoff at the end would be unthinkable!

Now I must immerse myself in horrendous infomercials where my life’s problems, real or extremely, comically overly exaggerated, can be solved for 3 easy payments of $49.99.