In the end, it doesn't matter, because I am not going to waste this opportunity!! In fact, I have future ideas spinning in my head!
But before I get ahead of myself, let me set the stage.
Thursday was my son, David's, 21st birthday. In honor of the special day, we took the family out to David's favorite restaurant for dinner. His girlfriend, Britany, joined us. For some reason, when all the family gathers, it is "let's make fun of Mom" time. It never fails, and that night was no different. The subject of ridicule that night involved my childhood life-size doll. (Those of you on Facebook may recall the pictures I uploaded of the doll, dressed in Hayley's clothing. I took a cute picture of both my "girls".)
Well, my children - and husband - proceeded to tell me how creepy the doll was. Apparently my children have been scarred for life by this doll. They proceeded to tell me that they had friends who wouldn't come over to our house because of that doll! And David informed me that when his friends would spend the night, he would set the doll up, with a plastic gun in her hands, so that upon awakening they would open their eyes to a doll standing in front of their face with a gun trained upon them! (Who knows what other mis-treatment my poor doll endured!! And they blame ME for their friends not coming back????)
Last night, while laying in bed with my husband, an idea so wondrous entered my head! I shared it with Wayne and we both about split a gut laughing. I love ideas that make me burst out laughing hours later as I ponder them.
Now let me show you a picture of my son's room. I warn you, he is what I call - a pile person. You've been warned!
Yes, that is the permanent state of his bed. And he sleeps among clean clothes, boxes, bags, whatever he has piled upon that bed.
Now, take a look at his bed again!
So am I a terrible mother?
