I am the oldest of 4 children. Born with hands on my hip and orders flying out of my mouth. I grew up fast. My thoughts swirl in my head over and over before I will post them...mainly due to the fact I can't type or spell very good or is it well?
I have always been the take control organize and plan everything child. Until I had kids...now they take control and they plan everything.
I married the love of my life over 10 years ago. On the days I think of trading him in I remember I must give up my in-laws...I would never do that! I wonder if I could get visitation with them?
I spend most of the days convincing my children that just because your born doesn't mean you "get" to go to Disneyland, have a cell phone or any other snazzy item that will break my bank. I have to count to 20 everyday before I lose my temper and barely make it to 8 before I lose my patience. I have to tell my kids everyday at least 5 times I love them just to try and help them forget how Not so perfect I am.
This is the story of our life...I hope you enjoy and if you don't feel free to email me at Captianclock@aol.com
Hammer, Overalls, Cars and one boy equals pure love...
The days are flying by so fast and I am enjoying having a 2 year old in the house...The days are never boring. They are packed with energy, meltdowns and snuggles. To think this is my baby...the last one...makes me savior it and get all mushy.
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My boys put rocks in the gas tank of their little tikes car.
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