... they might ask us to move out.
The walls of this home are mostly privy to dirty diapers, burnt dinners, scraped knees, the battling burps and farts of 2 little boys and recently a baby sister who can already hold her own. These three kids are my pride, my joy and often my very embarrasing appendages. Mostly they are my comic relief. For those of you who find crazy children and a mother creeping closer and closer to insanity entertaining I invite you to join me as I share (vent) about my bunch of Barrons.
If my walls could talk... oh wait, they can't, because they're covered in clutter!
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We'll see you later this week. :)
I love it! You are a good writer:)
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