Our neighbors might not think so, but I’ve really been trying hard to keep it under wraps that the Clampet family that has moved into Casa Amarilla here in Chicagoland.
Despite my efforts, though, I think we might be leaving too many clues.
Like all the yelling that goes on with four little kids and one big, mean mommy each time we leave the house to go somewhere.
And all the yelling that occurs between the van and the house upon our return.
Or the chasing of the dog parade that occurs occassionally several times a day when someone “mistakenly” lets Cheerio out of the house.
Or all the beer bottles in our recycle bin. (At least it’s good beer.)
Or all the screaming, crying and carrying-on that goes with a fall from the bicycle due to a sister’s meanness. (Or not. It was her fault. No it wasn’t. Yes, it was. No, it wasn’t. Yes, it was…)
Or the dirty, bare-footed 2-year-old who doesn’t mind stripping off his pants and diaper for laughs. In the yard.
Or the mad-faced 3-year-old who is always threatening (loudly) to send someone to jail (when, in fact, it looks like it may be him that faces jail time one day).
To top things off, we discovered last night that we’ve had our blinds turned the wrong way since moving in three weeks ago. (Have I mentioned that there’s a window in the bathroom? And that our neighbors are very, very close?)
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1 Gwen // Sep 9, 2008 at 8:19 am
We can hope that the neighbors wouldn’t WANT to look in your bathroom. Grandmother’s neighbors always thought we were looking at their bathroom from her kitchen (uh…we weren’t).
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