Okay, so far so good. Millie and I have just finished dragging our sleeping bags and pillows up to the treehouse. You know, there’s more space in here than I thought. With both of our beds set up there’s still a little room to move around. I’ve got a pile of books and some paper, and Millie even grabbed a small twig from the ground and she propped it up in the corner of the treehouse and decorated it with some tinsel and stuck a tin foil star on top.
Millie is pretty happy – she’s got all her stuffed toys tucked into her sleeping bag right now – but she does keep asking me why we moved out again. I know she doesn’t really get it. Millie gets along really well with our cousins so she can’t figure out why I don’t want them all staying here this Christmas. But why would I want about a million little kids running around, drawing ugly pictures of me on my bedroom wall? Oh, Millie. Someday you’ll understand.
Anyway, it’s really starting to shape up in – uh oh. I think that’s my mom calling us. Hang on.
*Sigh* Gotta go. I’ve got to pack up all this stuff and drag it back into the house now. It doesn’t help that when my mom was looking for us, Millie happily called out to her that we were living in the treehouse from now on, and that according to me there were no cousins allowed. I got a little lecture about ‘the importance of family’ and then she took Millie in to warm up by the fire with her stuffies so now I have to clean up in here myself.
WOW!$orry to hear that.I have sister and your luky you only have it once a year;)
*Sighs* Molly I feel for you! Talk to your mom about the cousins problem, and she could probably keep them busy. ;)
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