Mother Abuse

I like to tickle my kids. They BEG me to. Especially James. They love it. 

I, however, do NOT! So, I am usually the one doing all the tickling. It's worked that way for a long time now, and things were going just great until a couple nights ago. 

Mutiny broke out!

The kids all came up with this bright idea to tickle ME! What??? 

Now, you tell me if this is fair: Five kids against one mom. 

Not EVEN!!!

Two arms against TEN??? How's a person supposed to defend themselves? The odds became slightly better when Thomas decided he should take pictures. Wait. Pictures? No pictures!!! I was already being humiliated enough!

The only slight advantage I had was in arm length. But, then the kids realized two of them could hold my arms while the others went to town. 

I just never could get ahead.

I look like I'm having a blast, don't I? 

And, they picked the worst time of day. 

Right before their bed-time. 

I had zero energy.

Torture.

And, did I mention it was also loud? 

Yes. Five children laughing hysterically is LOUD. 

They love to see their mother suffer. They were getting me back good for all those chores I made them do. 

I felt so helpless.

And, as though it wasn't already bad enough, Richard had to join in.

One Richard = 20 kids. 

He knows right where to get me good. Right above the knee. 

I couldn't take it. I almost passed out. Or, peed my pants. 

Or both.

Richard and the kids were delighted at the plight I was in.

See what I have to go through?

I have to be on constant alert now.

HELP!!!