Table cloth pulled, plates fly, ketchup on the floor, water hose put down pants, mud covered children, clothes in the wash, renegage red shirt included, baths taken, water covers the floor, deoderant on the walls, multiple hair products on multiple heads, makeup applicators in digestion, bread in the bed, cheese on the floor, juice splattered everywhere, dirty diaper, papers with arrows layed out at each door, blankets strung across livingroom: a stage, laundry piles higher, dishes remain unclean, one two year old asleep, another goes home, 5 yr old and 7yr old playing in their room, sanity may soon be returning.
Wednesday, June 22nd, 2005 | Author: Jami Leigh
Category: A Mother's Life
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Wednesday, 22. June 2005
Sometimes it takes awhile. Your life is more interesting with your children that mine was when I had kids the same age. Maybe boys are more entertaining.
Wednesday, 22. June 2005
Or maybe we were super amazing children… Though I do remember making a bomb once… But at least I didn’t set it off in the house.
Thursday, 23. June 2005
You did have permission. I helped you find a save accelerant. No boom lots of black smoke. Good way to get rid of bad aftershave.
Thursday, 25. August 2005
I just remember the smell.