Payback

At dinner tonight, Lolo was crying and tantruming over not getting jam on her bread until she ate her dinner. Norah was throwing a fit because she was tired, irritable, and generally not well. I kept my head down, trying to block out the commotion, so I could eat my dinner. Jim took in the scene and gave me a pat on my leg. When I looked up, he commented, "Taking care of you and Vicki must have been he**. Don't you think this is payback?"
Yep....my grandmother must have prayed years ago that I get a taste of what Vicki and I dished out. Must have been bad. And since it runs in the genes, I'm a little fearful about what the girls will face when they've got little ones of their own. It will be bad. I have no doubt. Payback is always 10 times worse.