I am not sure blogging is great for me. I think I must say the oddest things but afterall it is my blog. I sometimes think I scandolize people by odd posts and I probably shouldn't even post this. It must be a poor me moment. Oh well.
My 15 year old is giving me reason to hope. He just came to tell me that his suit buttons need sewing on (which means he noticed and cared) and earlier he was sweeping the dining room on his own accord because it needed it. So......there is hope. I have this little line I say to the kids about "I will know you are growing up when you see things that need to be done and do them". Well........he must be growing up.....or something. So as your toddlers rip up your homes remember there is hope. That is sort of sad really. That means by that time they will soon be out of the house.
I am not so sure anyone but my mother reads this so "Hi Mom" and, and.....I guess that is it. Three posts a day......that's the minimum. Uh, or the maximum.