Aurel's laurels

None of these thee sets of three sons are mine, but they might just as well be....

I don't know if can stand having children anymore. The youngest is a neat freak who hides everything I leave in a particular place, so that all surfaces are bare. The only things left on all kitchen counters are the toaster and the kettle. Well God bless him; it's better than the opposite, I suppose, but I can never find anything and he sleeps most of the day during the holidays, so I can't ask him where he put the light bulb I had to change. They all sleep all day. The oldest, who doesn't really live here, sleeps all day and his best friend has been here for two weeks. Yesterday I had to tell him to be gone so that we could have Christmas week ,"just family". The middle son is the least trouble, except he borrows the car and leaves the fuel gauge on empty. He borrowed eighty five dollars from me three weeks ago, "just for a few days" ,and last night, this is the last straw that broke this camel's back. Well, I should explain. He has had an operation on his knee, pins and bone grafts and he has to be off work for months. He hobbles around, but can, in fact, drive. So I had been asleep about two hours and we hear a terrible crashing down stairs sound and then silence. He's slipped on the stairs, I think. I leap out of bed and run half naked past our guest and then, and only then, my son calls out. "It's all right, I dropped my crutches down the stairs". Well, needless to say I could not get back sleep for quite a while after. That's when I realised that with everything else, I'm too old, to be having kids at home. Let them sleep all day and throw their crutches down the stairs at their own places.