However, some of our neighbors have never (in 13 years!) spoken to us. I think I finally figured out why:
This week is Spring Break. For some people that means a trip to Myrtle Beach, but for me, that means spring cleaning! I have spent a couple of days rummaging through closets and under beds getting rid of clothes that don't fit my children. Play clothes that have too many stains or too many rips and tears get bagged up and recycled. I have tried desperately to get my sons to part with stuffed animals they never play with and that are missing eyes. I have discovered who eats candy in their rooms and tosses wrappers behind their beds. But I prefer to do this de-cluttering without the help of my children who tend to cry when I try to donate a favorite pair of purple shorts that haven't fit them in years.
So, like a good mother, I send my kids outside to play while I try and make the inside of our home clean and beautiful.
While I am neatly bagging up the excess of our lives:
And patting myself on the back for purging and cleaning up...
My kids are busy outside doing this:
And this: In case you can't tell, that is a sled up in the tree, and a chair cushion on a boat float under it. Yes it does look like a tornado hit here recently, but I'm afraid that would be my kids fort making skills instead.
The pink princess chair, the home depot bucket as a table, pool noodles to walk on to get to the fort and a rake to keep it all clean and orderly really made this fort attractive for all of our neighbors to enjoy when they strolled by our house.
Maybe if my children rummage around in the woods and dig in the dirt, one of them will strike oil and we can move to Beverly Hills. I don't think our neighbors would miss us.