When the kids get too rowdy and noisy I go to my happy place. It’s there that I find peace and quiet. Everyone’s happy place is different. In my happy place there is a large deep green freshly mowed lawn with large oak trees, cool breezes, a comfy hammock and a huge cold glass of iced tea. My happy place is quiet, just the birds singing. And no pests of any kind— mosquitoes, flies or noisy kids.
Lately it’s been difficult to tune the kids out. They are driving me crazy. Jumping off furniture, running around the table and yelling loud enough to rattle the windows. I just can’t seem to ignore them and go to my happy place. Why can’t I get there anymore? Where has my happy place gone, has my happy place changed the locks?
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