My Little monkeys

I am raising monkeys. In real life, I have two boys under the age of 4. However, sometimes I feel like I am raisin monkeys. They jump, they run, they scream, they bite. What did I do to deserve such terrible creatures. Me, who is afraid of animals, I have to deal with these two on daily basis. It would have been great if they would both listen to me. But no! They do as they please without dreading any consequences. I run after them, I cry to get their attention away from dangerous things, I clean up after them. I am like the zoo keeper who takes care of monkeys. Except that one gets paid and I am not. Well, at least today, big monkey made a present out of journal papers and gave it to me for my birthday (he does not know that it is way passed). And small monkey gave me two kisses on the mouth, which were more like two drool pecks. So, I guess in a way I am paid.
Raising kids boys is like raising monkeys. But for someone who does not know how to raise kids, let along monkeys, I guess the task at hand can be a little tricky. But as for anything else, I am going to take it one step at a time, hoping that I will do good by my little monkeys and help them become the kings of the jungle (aka strong and good men)
And for all women (and men) out there trying to be parents to monkeys (o anyother animal type), I feel your pain. Someday, it will get better...