Flying Monkeys

I used to tell my kids the story about flying monkeys but in reality the problem always ended up being mine. When we are born we have no monkeys on our backs. Every want and need is taken care of all we have to do is cry and suddenly we are fed, warm, and tucked into bed. After a while our mothers decided that we should carry some of the responsibility for our lives and they gradually start shifting the monkey onto our back and now we are responsible for getting dressed feeding ourselves etc. As time goes by we end up with more and more monkeys on our back and God in his wise plan arranged for our backs to grow accordingly to accommodate all the monkeys we end with. If we are wise and manage our monkeys properly each monkey will have its own little space and there will be little squabbling and disputations. HERE is the problem. If someone (aka children, spouses, co workers etc.) don't take care of their monkeys why those little devils will just jump on your back and now you find yourself trying to take care of not only your own monkeys but the interlopers that aren't yours to begin with. These new monkeys don't know the order of things and so start biting and demanding that their needs get met also. There is only so much you can do to keep your monkeys happy and when it reaches the breaking point. All the monkeys on your back are fighting, biting, demanding you attend to their needs first. AT that moment most of us start screaming and grabbing the monkeys off our backs and start throwing them at the person who was supposed to take care of them in the first place. AND THAT IS WHEN, IF YOU AREN'T CAREFUL YOU WILL GET HIT WITH A FLYING MONKEY. I would point out to my kids that if they would make their bed, finish their chores that those monkeys would be happy to live on the backs of the person who owned them and NOT come and live on my back. That would keep everybody happy, me, my monkeys, my kids and family and nobody need fear the dreaded attack of the flying monkeys