My college kids are home for the summer. Yippee! Hurray!
Only the warm fuzzy feeling didn't last long.
I feel like the house elf.
What happened to the life I've become comfortably accustomed to?
I bet they won't realize what I'm going through until they have kids of their own, and those kids do the exact same things to them.
And, why, when my mother visits, does she have a smirky grin on her face as I'm complaining about them? Isn't she supposed to be a little more sympathetic?