My Girls Were Just An Excuse

Every woman needs at least one friend whose house is a bigger disaster than theirs. I am proud to say I have always been that woman for my friends. When my husband and I are alone in the house, we thrive in our mess since our priorities are perfectly compatible. The crisis occurs with my daughters before the new boyfriend becomes the husband. Then I am expected to indulge in a mad frenzy of cleaning so he won’t realize until the ring is on his finger what genes his children will inherit.

About maryjograves

Children are my passion. I have 4 daughters, 5 grandkids under 5 with another on the way, 5 younger brothers, 11 nieces and nephews, 8 great nieces and nephews. I advocate a revolution for a child friendly US. I have been an editor, public librarian, social worker, and internet educator. Tweet @RedstockingGran @ChildrensWings
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