My childhood was not easy. Especially for my parents. I thank my mom regularly for not killing me when I was a boy. I surely deserved it. I have children that drive me batty sometimes and I’m confident I was much worse to my parents than they are.
I remember when my mom turned 40 saying “wow! That’s half of 80!” She was not amused. In my defense I was not yet 10, and had below average social skills, but that’s a tame example of some of the stuff I put her through.
Today my mom turns 75.
And I’m celebrating by going to marketing class!
Happy birthday mom! It’s only 8 more months and you’ll have survived long enough to see your last child get a college degree (assuming i pass marketing).