After staying home for the last 10 years to raise children and run a household, I’ve realized that I’m much better at the children part than the household part. I’m not a candidate for the show Hoarders yet, but I’m certainly not going to win any trophies for a museum house. I get much more pleasure from my children and pets than from domestic duties. A house is not a home unless you can write LOVE in the dust… I could be writing this blog in dust…
The Maniac, me, 40+ years young. The Voice of Reason Husband, 40+ years old. The Boy Child, 15 years old. The Girl Child, 11 years old. Louie, a Havanese 15lb ball of fluffy fiery dog. Oliver the guinea pig that looks like a chinchilla with the butt of a Koala. Our 55 pound lovely standard poodle, Rosemary, and a Cinnamon Cockatiel named, Aussie, who is just as loud, demanding, and crazy as the rest of us. I would say that the menagerie is full, but I’m just crazy enough to always be on the lookout for the next annoying pet adventure!
I am the maniac. This is my menagerie. It is full of fun, love, and just enough crazy to make us interesting!