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daddy time, the weekends were about
the only time they had to catch a breath, though each took turns watching over
all the kids throughout the day during the week, they never really had any me
time. They used Saturdays to get their hair and nails and shit done which was
cool by me because by the time they get back it will be complaint hour. That's
the hour they spent telling me everything that was wrong, it's like they saved
that shit up for the weekends when they had my undivided attention.
    I let the kids do their thing while I
sat in contemplation; things seemed to be going a little haywire here lately
and I'm not much for chaos, I like order and structure, it's how I've made my
millions and turned them into billions at a very young age. I like to think
ahead, plan for every contingency where I could. This latest thing with
Janine's mom is the last in a long line of shit storms she's tried to brew in
my family, in the past I've pretty much let things blow over because her petty
shit was just that, petty bullshit; but now it seems she was stepping up her
game, her discord had caused some issues that stretched beyond me and her
daughter, I have to nip that shit in the bud.

 
    Feeding time in this burg is a hassle
for sure, my little helper Chelsea makes a mess that I have to clean up
afterwards but daddy would never tell her that she wasn't helping, nah, she was
too cute with her little head leaning to the side in concentration as she
spread peanut butter on a slice of bread that somehow ends up all over her and
the table.
    The twins who thank heavens were
pretty good boys were starting to fuss because they wanted their bottles. I set
the other three boys up in their seats, the two year olds were in their special
seats too even though they complained boisterously every time they had to sit
in them. Chelsea had a strap in booster and the twins still laid in their inside
carriers on top of the table.
    With the others chowing down on PBJ
sandwiches and chips to keep them occupied I held two bottles to the two little
mouths as my greedy pigs went to town. Damn my boys were bruisers, all my kids
were big babies, but these two had a little extra, made me wonder how Anna
dealt with them at feeding time since she was still nursing and if the way they
pulled on these bottles was any indication then she was a real trooper.

 
    Nap time couldn't get here fast
enough to suit me, I had some things to do but I'd heard enough horror stories
to know you couldn't leave young kids alone no matter how quick you thought you
were going to be. Chelsea was the first one out so I tucked her in with one of
her pink bears before it was the boys' turns. Damien still slept in a crib
while Jon and Russ had their little Batman car beds. This room had been built
specifically for this, so all the kids could sleep here until they aged out so
to speak. We'd figured age four was old enough to rotate them from the nursery
to their own rooms. Chelsea was almost on her way out but the boys still had a
ways to go, plus I hadn't bred anyone in over a year so I’m thinking something
had to give pretty soon.
    Janine is my breeder usually, seems
like every time I even sneeze in her direction she gets nailed, Marcy seems to
be having problems getting pregnant again it's something she's brought up to me
a thousand times and no matter how much I tell her that there's nothing wrong
with her she still stresses. It breaks my heart to see her cry over some shit
we can't control, when Anna had gotten pregnant with the twins last year right
after Janine had had Damien it had been hard on Marce, I'd spent plenty of
nights reassuring her not to mention trying my best to rectify the situation.
Marcy had some fucked up idea that the more children we had together the closer
we'd be, by that estimation I should be closer to Janine and now Anna than her,
I didn't understand that shit and didn't try to. When dealing with multiple
wives you learned quick to stay the fuck away