I know I do. It keeps me in line, off the streets, and in love. The only problem I have now is that they cried and pitch a holy fit when I leave and can't take them with me. It just kills me. Now, Lea, the 2-year old, runs and gets her suitcase when I get there and starts saying, "I'm going home with Big Mamma." Oh geeish...I just cringe when its time to go. Poor thing. It breaks my heart. Wahhhh....