I’ve been robbed.  Toys, books and clothes are strewn all over my living room.  The perpetrators left nothing untouched.  Somewhere under all of my kids’ worldly possessions is carpet.  I’ve seen it before, so I know it is there.  Law enforcement won’t have a hard time nabbing the unlawful duo.  Finger prints are smeared everywhere.  Silly robbers were careless enough to adorn their fingers with a cheese substance so their prints stick out like beacons of justice.  Once these two are caught, I’d like to have them investigated for early crimes that remain unsolved.  This wasn’t the first robbery my house has seen.  In the past 2 1/2 years I have been robbed of my heart, sleep, patience, indifference, mental capacity and boredom.  Yep, I’m going to give these burglars a piece of my mind, what’s left of it, and tell them how grateful I am for all they have taken from me and how much fuller I am for it all.

3 Responses to “Robbed”

  1. Holly says:

    great post! I felt so overwhelmed last night when I was trying to clean up the kitchen and walked into the living room. shoes, socks, books, balls, toys, trains…EVERYWHERE!
    I felt myself getting frustrated when I looked up and saw the boy sitting on the couch with his blankie and bottle giving me a look like “hi, mommy!”
    It is all work the chaos!
    Happy Holidays!

  2. greeny says:

    I think what you are looking forward to is called “school”.
    Merry Christmas Lisa, and enjoy this time watching them because your heart will break a lot when they are too old to believe.

  3. Tricia says:

    Absolutely the most amazing crime against humanity is mothering. Glad you’re having so much fun!