
They have apparently coped with our current situation by transforming our house into an oasis of testosterone. Our living room is an orgy of game systems, computer, tv's, dvd players and Lego. There are dishes, couch cushions, Easter candy, wrappers and game controllers. They freely shed their clothes throughout the house as I find socks, pants, shirts, shorts stuffed under couch cushions, under chairs in hallways...you get the picture.
I try in vain to see if there is any evidence of me living here but all that is visible is the odd painting here and there.
So, despite the hideous and mysterious pain I'm in, I'm trying to get things back together. I managed to get them to clean the living room but not without a whole lot of, "I didn't do that! Why doesn't HE have to clean it up?" It's always easy to confuse the parent when there are 3 of them banding together.
When things were looking a lot tidier I realized...




5 comments:
great blog....made me laugh out loud!
Hehehe... I want my house infested with Bionicles :)
Take revenge on your boys by infesting their bedrooms with Barbie!
LMAO!
I have some friends, who one Christmas decorated the tree with... action figures...
and the little village with the train running through it, also had Godzilla stomping through...
The next year the tree was decorated with the ships from Star Trek and Star Wars....
Oh, thats so funny. We've done that too. Our "star" has been the Halo Master chief.
I made him wings.
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