Can't grow weed in jail, brutha!Lol, poison or sleeping pills come to mind
The small ones irritate me sometimes. They love to get in physical altercations.
My tiny and adorable daughter clotheslined my son last night.
The older one is hitting puberty, so you know...I want to die...or run away until puberty is over.
I wake up 3 hours before everyone else. I need my ME time. I would go insane if I didn't.