Tuesday, June 9, 2009

I need a place to run away to so I can breathe...

Space. Open. Quiet. No noise. No arguing. No fighting. No teenagers taking a trip to Arkansas. No piled up laundry. No car problems. No bills. No teething. No poop. No dishes. No dusting. No homework. No schedules. No sickness. No Allergies. No shopping. No sports. No gyms. No snot. No temper tantrums. No tripping on shoes not picked up. No mowing. No cooking. No weed pulling. No time-outs. No alarm clocks. No cleaning toilets. No bad news on TV. No made up bloggs. I just need a break. Like we all do I am sure. I love my life though... even when it contains all of the above mentioned things!

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