I can't believe this...
I'm actually thinking that I'd rather clean than quilt. Something is definitely wrong with me.
For those of you who are unaware of my living arrangements...I am a stay at home mother to three boys. Their ages are 18, 15.5, and just shy of 13. They, my dear husband, two cats, two dogs, and myself live in a largish house in the suburbs of Dallas Texas. The boys have been given the majority of the second floor of our home - four bed rooms, and two bathrooms, as their space. My workroom/studio sits squarely in the middle of these six rooms.
The deal - keep your space clean and picked up, do your school work to the best of your ability, and you will earn various age appropriate rights and privileges. Come "pay day" they all insist that they have done their parts.
I can tell from the stats feature incorporated into blogspot that my daily musings are read all around the world. (I'm sorry, but I am about to subject you to horrors beyond measure.) The following photographs are of
The Boy Zone.
The North Bathroom, shared by 18 and 15.5 year old boys - can anyone tell me how you could possibly come out of this room clean?
The Northeast Bedroom, on loan to 15.5 year old boy - I think he has a sock infestation problem.
The Northwest bedroom, on a short term rent free lease to the 18 year old - why am I wasting perfectly good furniture on this boy? And really, if he is such a great athlete, can you tell me why the tissues are on the floor instead of the waste basket? Am I missing something?
The Southeastern bedroom, a.k.a.
The Game Room. Does anyone else think that there has been a party in here? I think I live in a frat house...only the drink of the day is bottled water.
