When the tables are turned and my 3 sons must take care of me, this is what I plan on doing:
If I still have my wits about me I vow to:
Scream at the top of my lungs at 5:30 am until someone comes and gets me. When the door opens I will stop screaming and say "Hello"!
Pee all over the toilet seat, floor and just for fun the bathroom rug.
Refuse to eat my home cooked meal, but 5 minutes later I will say " I want something to eat".
Walk into the bathroom and throw all the clean folded towels on the floor, and step on them.
Take dog food and throw into dog water.
Wear all their shoes, leave them all over the house and stuff them full of army men.
Now, how can I get them to agree on keeping me out of a nursing home?
No, I love it all! Just had to vent and now I feel so much better! Really, what an awesome job I have. I don't know what I would do with out my little men.
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