Indoor hoses to clean up after the boy.

I'm over the shock of revisiting all the riggers of my children, the boy is like a racoon pup tearing into everything,and the girl is alright...just a bit "full of herself", it's natural for a kid that age. I keep seeing glympses of the woman my child may be in a few short years (tear of joy).
I would be in a bad way if I didn't get to see the kids, don'tget me wrong, I just don't like farm work and thats what child raising is, a lot of smelly feeding, slopping bedding, swatting flies off of and staying up all night dealing with.
Theres a sheen in my house everywhere my kids have been, if the roomates can avoid the mess they can't unhear a screech.
now that the boy s asleep (took hours, nothing else got done) It's not so bad, he is cute.
I really hate when people see me having a hard time and laugh at me or tell me I was that way as a kid and it's revenge.
My mom told me that (to death) in San Antonio, I snapped at her saying it' s not my fault, you had control of the genetics, should have hooked up with a mellow guy who likes books, not a frozen lake demolition derby driver like my dad was.
I'm glad my kid likes my house, actually she loves my place, I have a huge doll house that came with the room.
I play with the doll house everyday, I even had a bag of scale dolls and a backdrop of Atlanta Ga. that I set New Clown House in.
Tonight Skye Blue (who's grand dad built the thing) and my kid played for a long time with it.
I could hear them giggling while I was trying to get the boy to sleep.
It's clear that I'm gonna have to make some changes, at least so my blog will get less depressing.
I don't want to get a girlfriend because the attraction is child friendliness and parenting prowess,
I want it to be because she can sing and jump a tall bike or something useful like that.
I'm taking aplications *** ***.
meantime I'm looking into getting a place, with a drain in the floor and indoor hoses.