Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Apparently, I have raised my children in to a bloodline of which they were not born. They have recently decided that they are royalty and I, their lowly mother, am their serf. (Or indentured servant, at best.)

Typically, my son has the day shift and my daughter has reign over the nights. This means that they are both well rested to get the most out of my day. I, on the other hand, flirt with the ability to function most days.

However, in the land of serfdom, I try to remember that these days will end. Perhaps in a royal wedding. Perhaps in a bloddy revolt. Either way, I plan to pay my debts to my earn my freedom.

I serve at the pleasure of the King, uh, I mean, my kids.

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