Well I am pretty much ready to explode and have little ity bity pieces of Lisa every where. The place I call my house looks more like a back ally because of all the nasty all over the place. Clutter sucks and I have alot of it. Found candy wrappers stashed everywhere all over the house. The clothes of the girls I asked them to put away the other day is not they just tossed it on the closet floor and the dog crapped all over them. How did I find this stuff you ask I went in the room to vacume. I bust my rear end to keep this house clean and I cant because of the kids. Why cant they just listen to me? They spill stuff on the kitchen floor and either dont wipe it up or dont spray the cleaner on it like I ask them too so the floor is sticky where they spilled and the next day its covered in sticky dirt. I have a ghetto couch because the kids tore it up. Its ghetto because its actually a love seat with a crib matress on it. The other couch is just a love seat and it dosnt match my ghetto couch. I collect antiques or I should say I did collect antiques. I have one piece left. It is a claw foot writing table dating to the 1940's not to old but the only thing I have left from when me and my ex split. We used to have a solid oak bed that dated back to the cival war era. Beautiful bed. My ex broke it when he put it in my storage unit. But anyways no more talk about the things I used to have back to the one piece that I have left. Its in the far corner of my living room pretty much out of site so no one messes with it. The only thing that I have in it is diapers and wipes. Well I went to get Dakota a dipaer today and someone took either one of my keys or another type of sharp object and carved a pretty little home made design on it.
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