On New Year's Day I woke to this. Sweet children, camped out, crashed after the celebration
Which included Chex Party Mix, fizzy water, Pringles, 20 Questions, Welch's Sparkling Grape Juice, a huge knitting needle turned bazooka and Febreeze (Don't ask)
And, a little mess from sweet kittens...
A manageable little pile of dirt from an overturned poinsettia. Innocent enough. Easily swept. Little did I know that it would lead to something completely against the rules.
This morning I woke to this...
I turned the corner expecting to find another manageable mess. Instead I found this.
Then this...
Then this...
And finally, this...
How many times do I have to tell the kids to put their shoes AWAY!
1 comment:
shoes will always be a problem in the house, tent or bus. praise God they have feet to have shoes to have a problem with!! That is the way I keep my sanity with all our shoes (which i would think you would ahve more, shoes with more kids and all boys in soccer, but Elly is a bit of in Like with shoes, I should start calling her Marcos. (cant' remember that chicks first name) or is that who I cam really thining of.
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