"Raising a Thug in Suburbia, a Memoir"

Summer time... what a wonderful time of year, where teachers get to recover and parents are now having to figure out what the hell to do with their children, just like the teachers do 180 days of the year. (yes, the ghostwriter is a teacher, so I am writing from experience.) I digress...in our house none of the basketball team really sleeps in their own room, Except for H, he is a big man on campus and has his own room downstairs now. The littles and even C and M all like to pile into one room and sleep together. We make "palettes" or blanket beds on the floor for the littles to sleep on, because they think its fun. K wanted to sleep in Z's room as she often does; no problem. I make the floor up for her with blankets and pillows and they drift off into slumber land.

During the summer, the team still kind of stick to the schedule from the school year. They might stay up a little later, but they do get up around the same time. I however, let my hubby stick to his schedule and get the team ready for the day. I stay my ass in bed...it only makes sense right?

When I do finally get up, I have to clean up- you know that OCD kicks in like my momma's and I have to make my rounds around the upstairs first. I go to pick up the blankets and pillows on the floor where K was sleeping. At this point I am not really even shocked by it anymore...it's just a part of her that somehow, g-ma, (gangsta granny as I will now refer to her as.) has instilled in my small child that you have to be ready for anything. Gangsta Granny, has a "hit you stick" in her car, sleeps with a knife by her bed and might even have several tucked away in random places throughout her house. Ok, ok, you are wondering what I found under the pillow that K was sleeping on...two of her toy hammers places just right for her to grab if needed. I remind you she is sleeping next to her brother, in a house that has a security alarm and a giant ass pit bull as well.What the hell does she need these for? In the past, I have mentioned the screwdriver, the plastic knife and then the switchblade, so again, the hammers are just one more item to add to the list of weapons my cute little with dimples for days and freckles for mile is ready to use when needed. (I swear she might be preparing for the zombie apocalypse.)