The Clubhouse...

Before I get started here... I have to admit, this is a tad bit embarrassing. But oh well! I would tell any of you about this, so you might as well get the full effect from the pictures.

I have an interesting troop of children, to say the least. And they have an interesting set of friends. I have been hearing about them playing in the "common area." The common area is the little park in the middle of our subdivision. It's really an eye-sore... just some grass, big rocks and a pathetic looking tree. But the kids love it down there so... whatever. For the past several days, I've been hearing about this clubhouse, but I never bothered to check it out. So.... tonight I get dinner made and I yell out the door for the kids and after no response in a few minutes, I decide that I will have to pull up my panties and walk down to the common area to fetch them.

Can you say... the Home Owners Association is gonna be all over me for this in a heartbeat?? My hooligans, I mean, dear children, had made a shanty that a bum wouldn't live in!!! I was a little angry at first, but then I thought, "What kind of mom am I if I don't take pictures of this??" So that's exactly what I did before I forced them to clean it up. Oh... and that nasty purple afghan that I'm worried that my mother or grandmother will dig out of my trash, clean up and USE if they see it, I'm grabbing it and Briyanna says, nonchalantly, "There's pee on that." Oh, golly... thanks for letting me know AFTER I TOUCHED IT!