I just read a post on my friend Sarah’s blog. I really enjoyed this post. Her home sounds very relaxing and inviting. Sarah is a gifted writer and the scene that she set was very warm. Our house would read something like this...
I've locked myself in the bathroom. It’s my last bastion of peace and solitude. I know that it is only a matter of time before they find me. In the hallway, I can hear them. They are getting closer. Then I hear Ashton say, “I have to go to the bathroom.” It’s all about to end. Grace is now crying, because Houston slammed his bedroom door on her. Ashton is pounding on the bathroom door warning that he is going to pee his pants. Bridget is threatening Houston with the wooden spoon and Grace is still crying. The laundry is reaching critical levels, the dishes need done and I just heard the faint whimpers of my wife as she lies on the floor of the boy’s bedroom in the fetal position because she just realized I'm leaving this weekend for school and she will be home alone.
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It feels so cheesy to write this but really, LOL.
With so many little kids, I think your post sums up pretty much 75% of my waking moments!
Long live chaos!
what a delight to stumple upon my old pal phil (courtesy of ryan's blog). it's nice to know that he is still incarnate. he's really moved up in the world--i mean, he started as a lowly staff writer for "The Wood" and now he's an international internet blogging sensation. what a stud.
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