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Today I spent a great deal of time driving. I drove to Steilacoom. I drove home. I drove to Seattle. I drove back to Steilacoom. I then drove home. I left alone, picked up two kids, then picked up two more kids, I was supposed to drop one kid and pick up another but ended up droppng two and leaving with two.

Ok, that's enough math for me today.

The end result is that my two youngest stayed at my sister's house. So since they're gone, we finished their bedroom tonight. Lance had painted the rest of the room (the walls that didn't have the Hello Kitty mural that my very talented sister in law painted on it) two days ago, we cleaned the carpeting in the whole house and then used some gift certificates we had to finally get them some bedding. And here's how it looks. You can't see the bunkbeds on the other side of the room. It's a big room.

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Here is Stephanie falling across one bed and telling me about school clothes shopping/needs, etc. Kids are expensive. How's that for stating the obvious?

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Friends are arriving from out of state tomorrow and they're going to stay in the newly remade room. At least that way I know the room will stay clean for a few days. Not that my girls are messy or anything.

Ok, they're messy.


  1. Pammy, the amount of energy you have is incredible! I got tired just reading about all the activity! Have a good weekend and get some rest, mi amiga...

  2. No puedo. I've got two friends arriving any minute for three days of no sleep and lots of laughter! Annabella is from Venezuela and her hubby Paco is from Puerto Rico.

    I'm so excited to have them here!! Vamos a muchas places!

  3. That room looks awesome!

  4. Thanks! I think it's gorgeous and the girls love it too so I guess we done good.


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