Those Were the Days

Not anymore, but there was a time

When laundry piled up in baskets

And toys cluttered the floors.

Our mornings were hectic

Nothing ever in its place.

Keys always missing and

Lunch money dispersed.

Backpacks with homework,

Field trip permission forms, and

Last minute projects forgotten til 8.

Life was chaotic, messy; an adventure.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats. View all posts by nananoyz

sanseilife says:

June 18, 2015 at 12:50 pm

Welcome home!

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1. nananoyz says:
  
  June 18, 2015 at 1:02 pm
  
  It’s good to be home!
  
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inesephoto says:

June 18, 2015 at 4:17 pm

Good days.

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1. nananoyz says:
  
  June 18, 2015 at 4:41 pm
  
  They were good days; although, I didn’t always recognize them as such.
  
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  1. inesephoto says:
    
    June 18, 2015 at 5:08 pm
    
    The same as paintings – you see them better from a distance .
    
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  2. nananoyz says:
    
    June 18, 2015 at 6:37 pm
    
    Truth!
    
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