Mother of many children.  Now I understand why Mother's eat their young.  But I don't want to bother you with gruesome details.  Favorite color, you guessed it:  Yellow.  Favorite Band? Led Zeppelin.  Favorite husband? My second one, Mark.  Wealthiest husband? What are you doing in 5 years handsome?  What,  It takes a few years for the McDonalds to clog the arteries.  

The kids don't find this funny.  I feel lonely, like they don't get me.  I try to yell at them "I hate you" and slam my bedroom door, but they always figure a way back in saying mean things like "I love you mommy".