140 or less.
Sometimes, I feel like people relay too much information. Take my children for example, they always always always always tell me when they are going to the bathroom.
Living in this house is like being on Twitter. The people who live here announce every tiny minute detail of their existence, and sometimes that makes me want to hop a plane to the Caribbean and not come back for a month.
If my children we’re on Twitter…..
“@Mommy, I am eating my bread.”
“@Mommy, I am going to the bathroom.”
“@Mommy, I just saw Andrew punch Zion in the face”
“@Zoe, you’re so funny and adorable!”
“No, @Aidan! @Zoe is my sister!”
“@Andrew, waking mom up from a nap! It’s Lunch time!”
“@Zion, waiting on dad to get home from work. That means it’s supper time!”
“@Mommy, It morning time! Where’s my food?!!!!!”
“@EveryoneWhoLivesWithIn5MilesFromMyHouse I need my button” Note: A button is Zion’s blanket.
“is tired from a long day of making Mommy think she is losing her mind.”
“Heck yes! Go Diego Go!”
“@Zion, Heck no! Don’t Diego Don’t! We’re watching Barbie Island Princess”
“missing my mom. She walked to the mailbox w/o me.”
“poopin’ my pants”
“waiting on mom to change my diaper”
“refusing to use the potty”
“the potty is for chumps”
