Today, I am the undisputed Queen of Suburbia. In between loads of laundry, I’ve had kids in and out of the house all day. Have I mentioned how much I hate laundry? :crazy: It’s one of those odious mind-numbing task that sucks out your brain cells by virtue of not requiring any. Hey, drinking margaritas on a beach doesn’t require brain cells either and I’d infinitely prefer to squander mine that way. :cool:
So, I hate the laundry aspect, but love the kid aspect. I dig kids running amok, jumping on the trampoline, playing in the water sprinkler, doing art projects. I even made the little demon spawn chocolate chip cookies (and EVEN put in my good chocolate chips for the little ingrates). They sat on the front porch and munched hot chocolate chip cookies and drank cold milk and I had this total Donna Reed moment. It drove me back into the kitchen to eat a cookie and drink a beer. I’m pretty sure Donna wasn’t chasing cookies with a beer, but I was compelled because me and Donna…well, that’s just wrong. :confused:
Jen
