How is it that my parents even survived raising three kids? They day we all left the nest, there should have been a parade, grand honors, and money falling from the skies, so they could take themselves on a nice long vacation.
You wouldn’t think that two-ten-year-old wildebeasts could stir up such a bunch of crap, but they can and they do!
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| Having twins is such a freakin’ joy! |
How do you make it through the brief periods of rapid dart throwing, accusations, stomping and the “out-screaming one another.” You know eventually it will stop, temporarily, before it all begins again.
We are heading into the Summer Orbit and this is a tough orbit to navigate. The school bus will no longer rescue me each morning, and Mommies In Orbit is starting to feel the squeeze.
Hey kids, how about a real summer camp where you spend the entire break on a farm, helping tend to the crops and baling hay in late July? Wasn’t that the reason for summer break back in the farming days, so the kids could help on the farm? Yipee, I’m all for going back to our roots.
I’ll take myself to the local Dickey Bub store and fetch both of them some dandy overalls and some straw hats, and find them wranglers a farm where they can do some good.
As an added bonus, I won’t be able to hear the screaming and fighting, in fact no one will, who the hell can hear across 800 acres anyway.
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| This Summer’s Fashion! |
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| Come on now wranglers, this ride is just like one at Six Flags! |
This really sounds like a plan to me. How about somewhere out in Western Kansas, I hear they have some big shin-digs on Saturday nights, and play lots of Monopoly. Yes, that’s it, be sure to write me a letter kids and fill me in on how your Summer Break is going. Bye Bye.
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