My Inner Apocalypse

I just realized while retrieving gifts from the attic to wrap for the kids that I am 100% an adult/parent. Lately all I can think about is when the kids are grown and they have their own homes and nice things, going to their house and spilling food, breaking shit and completly disregard anything they say. Maybe I’ll even shit my pants. Dont get me wrong I love them to death, but I am pretty sure they know what kind of horseshit they are pulling, so years from now I’ll give it back.  Its gonna be sweet!