Little Bundle(s) of Joy

Congratulations on your little bundle of joy, every body keeps whispering into your ear. And then the parents add a grin to their faces, like they do not know whats coming ahead.

Joy, yes to all but the parents. Rascals I call them, keep u on ur feet all day, you sleep with one eye and ear open, scream when they need to be fed, burped and clothed. You count and watch the days go buy until they can sit then crawl, so that you are a slave to them no more.

After they do all that, when you gaze into their eyes, they work a spell on you and you believe that its all okay.

Kudos to the mothers who keep them day-to-day, and to the dads who do not drink themselves into a drunken stupor just to escape the torture.

Enjoy them while you still can.

Little bundles of joy we all were, now paying for our sins in the vicious cycle of life.