How pathetic is this, that I whine and moan all the time about how I live in my car with my kids, my family drives me ca-razy, if I could only have a vacation, Calgon take me away and the minute Bob arranges for me to have a break I'm all whaaaaaa, my babies.
Somebody hit me upside the head.
The day before yesterday one of the girls' friends came over to play. I had thought the days of my girls playing Spy Club were long behind us, but every now and again, I am reminded that they are both still pretty young. I happen to know they still occasionally play with the dollhouse upstairs, so they're not completely grown yet. Anyway, this friend knocks at the door.
She's wearing large black headphones and carrying a gun-like device. On the end of this device is a plate-sized dish that looks like a satellite dish, it even had a little rod with a ball in the middle.
"Hi, Mrs. M. This is my spy equipment I wanted to show the girls. I just listened to your phone conversation with my mom from across the street, and I know that she's taking you to breakfast on Tuesday."
The times, they are a changing.'