It is Saturday morning. The sun is shining and it looks like a beautiful day outside.
But inside, it is a completely different story. Jimmy is at work (lucky, lucky man), the house is showing the signs of a mother who has been sick, and taking care of sick kids, for the last four days, and the girls are fighting. This is a HUGE mistake on their part. I warned them once earlier this morning.
"Look, I am NOT in the mood for this today. I don't feel good (loosely coded for I have no patience) and I have a ton of catch up work to do. If you behave, I will ignore you. If you keep fighting, I am going to find you and channel all that energy into something constructive."
I guess they didn't believe me, because I just broke up a fight over the old fashioned type writer. Again.
Emmalena is now vacuuming, and Bella is on laundry patrol. The toilets are dirty, the floor needs to be cleaned, the dining room dusted. Basically, my house if trashed. I could keep them busy
ALL DAy!
Do you remember the song "It's a beautiful morning...?" Well, sing it now!!!
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