Off Limits

I have had it. I am sick of tripping over toys, clothes, and shoes left behind in OUR bedroom by the two young people who live in this house. I am tired of pulling Hudson out of our bathroom because he is once again in the toothpaste and the water. I am aggravated each time I have to yank Hudson out from the corner of the desk area and grab the phone from his hand. I'm done.

I tripped over a light saber and fell on my butt as I was trying to drag Hudson out from behind my desk chair. I said bad words. Then I cried. My toes and my rear hurt.

From now on, our room is a no-kid zone. To reinforce our point, I put the gate up so the small ones can't get in. They have been standing there for the past 20 minutes irritating each other. They have a play room. Why won't they use it?

I doubt I'll actually stick to this ban, but for right now, I am mad enough to mean every word.