Well, I have a few, but they’re not blog appropriate. Instead, I’ll come up with a few sensored words (some more coherent than others), as I share with you the photographic evidence of the once tragic state of my house.
Holy heck, they must really hate me.
For the love of crud…..why?
Why, why, why?! (said in my best Nancy Kerrigan voice)
What have I ever done to those children to warrant this sort of treatment? I feed them lunch, make them cookies, take them to the pool in the summer. I let them sleep over, make oragami in the living room (and pick up their scraps) and let them conduct colorful experiments in the kitchen. I even let one of them live here and call me mom. And THIS is the thanks I get?
How lucky am I?
Those are the only word I have.