The eldest and second were sent back to their hometown, and the family was quiet in an instant, I was really not used to it.
When I'm at home, my most common posture is to hold a dustpan in my left hand and a broom in my right hand, and keep sweeping the floor, for example, biscuit crumbles, nut shells, fruit skins, toy parts, etc.
is still in the persuasion fight, coaxing the boss for a while, and coaxing the second child for a while. Being a peacemaker is now my forte, and thanks to my two children for honing this skill and allowing me to grow a lot in my work in the future.
The sound decibel of my house should belong to the noise level, the eldest snorts, and the second growls on the basis of the loud volume. On top of them, I increased my horsepower and howled at them, it was just a bustle in the middle of a city, it was really simple.
When eating, I shouted to eat, no one listened, and I shouted to eat a second time, but there was still no response, and then the decibel increased, and when I ate, the boss came, and the second child would come upside down. It's on the table to eat, it's mine, it's mine, you can't move, you can't eat, the dinner table is also a small battlefield. Finally, after eating, you just look down, first of all, the table is messy, and then look down, under the soles of your feet, you can't step on it at all, you have to jump around this table to land. So he picked up the broom and dustpan again.
The boss always has a lot more eyes than the second child, and he can always clean up the second child well, which is much better than my mother.
When I go to bed at night, I go to bed and jump and jump, hahahahaha laughing, big night, my heart is sudden, I am afraid that people will shout at me in the group to be quieter.
When I was at home, I thought about it every day, and sent them back to my hometown to live for a few days, and I stopped by myself, slept until I woke up naturally, lay on the sofa and watch TV, eat some spicy hot, rice noodles and the like, drink some coke and drinks.
But, when I was really sent back to my hometown and I was left alone, I was really not used to it. There's no movement, there's not so much to do, I'm really idle, but I don't like this state anymore. Staring at ** all the time, thinking that people miss me, a day has passed, ** no one hits, I call ** to ask, and people don't pay attention to me. It's funny, you say I'm not idle.