Beautiful, elegant "realtor beige" (or as I refer to it as white) living room softly padded you could walk around in your bare feet and curl your toes up, carpet.
One 6 year old potted plant just watered this morning, gazing out towards the south-easterly facing sky, hoping and praying for a glimpse or two of some sunlit rays on this frosty winter morning. Hoping to open up her glimmering leaves, to enhance her moistened roots.
Two boys ages 5 and 2..............
Poor plant. Poor Realtor beige carpet. Poor mommy.
Is it wrong to want to stick your two children tush down into the mound of dirt?
The mound of dirt that has sullied your elegant curl your toes under and sigh plush carpet? What's wrong with that passing image of reprimanding? After all, who's the one that ultimately ends up spending 15+minutes cleaning up the gosh forsaken mess?
Welcome to Crusty beef.
I am in need of some hormonal weaning.