In my head we're going to be moving.
Oh, I don't know where we're going yet - it could be as close as a quarter mile, it could be more like 2000 miles but I know that when I start to dream, I have to make it happen. And my latest dream is that all of my children have their own room. I also had a particularly erotic dream recently about Brad Pitt so someone should give Angelina fair warning.
But I digress...
With the thought in my head that we'll be moving I've been moving through the house lately with an eye toward getting rid of things we don't need. Old computer manuals? Gone.
A bag full of gift bags and recycled tissue paper? Recycled.
And a TON of clothing that my children have either outgrown, stained or shredded beyond repair? Packaged up in a bag at the top of the stairs.
I had to bring the bag down - but it was heavy. I could just send it over the edge I figured - it was soft.
But heavy.
"Look out below." I called.
As I reached for the bag to push it over it occurred to me that I live with two boys. Two boys who often do exactly the OPPOSITE of what my carefully worded statements are meant to get them to do.
So I paused. And in the time it would have taken for that HEAVY bag of outgoing laundry to crash down the stairs two boy's heads popped out into the staircase.
Just as I yelled, "I SAID 'LOOK OUT!' not 'COME LOOK!'"
Bwahaha. As they get older,you realize it's not just a youth thing. They are men, so they just don't listen to common sense lol. Oh wait you're married, so you already know
Posted by: susie | May 31, 2012 at 07:45 AM
LOL. Well its good thing you know them so well.
Also, I want to move too, but sadly it is not going to happen for me!
Posted by: Marta | May 31, 2012 at 11:20 AM
my kids would have done the same thing, even the girls :)
Posted by: Jenn @ Home is Where You Start From | June 01, 2012 at 04:11 AM
I love kids. Truly.
Posted by: John | June 01, 2012 at 10:33 AM