Stay Out Of My Room

No kids are allowed in my bedroom.

That might sound harsh, but it’s a firm rule in my household.

I need one room that I feel is mine. ME.

No greasy fingerprints on the walls, no Hot Wheels to step on, no automated electronic kiddie toys activated during the night, no traces of licensed cartoon characters.

NOPE….basically an adult retreat where I can relax and feel like Nora. Not mommy Nora. Just Nora.

So, the other day when Bronson snuck wandered into my room while I was on facebook helping Mo with homework, he discovered a whole new world outside of Lightning McQueen.

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