I’ve never really told all of you about THE GATE that separates the front half of our little house from the back half.  It is my link to sanity, survival even if you will!  Crazy???? Maybe, but my blessed parents brought it to my house just before the Twinkies became mobile.  As much as I love the function of the gate, there are others in this house that do not - namely, the twins.  They think it is torture, pure unadulterated TORTURE!  I mean think of all the crazy, naughty creative things they could do at that end of the house.

Most of the time they are semi-ok with it being there when I’m busy in the room, but if I leave for even a second (which is all the longer I DARE stay out - goodness knows what they can accomplish with 5 whole seconds on their own - eek) they hang on it, wailing, screaming . . . oh the DRAMA.  Even when Daddy’s home, if they know I’m making dinner and they’re hanging out with him . . . they should be happy right???? NOPE, they are screaming, fussing, throwing themselves on the floor in indignation. 

This gate is not a new feature in our home, it is not new to them at all, they are very familiar with the other side of the gate as well.  It keeps them out of the toilet and sink, off the kitchen counters and table and out of my laundry piles that they so gleefully love to toss about the room and mix together.  This is why they stay with me - at all times! 

If you are with them long enough and know them well, eventually you will realize that to some extent the real problem lies with this . . . they do not like any type of boundary and have as a rule tried to climb over, through, around, under and beside any type of line we have set in their path.  They are the BABIES . . . HELLO!  Who do I think I am blocking their path from anything *gasp*????  I truly and honestly believe that is what they think about many things in life!    

So if you ever pass my house and hear the aforementioned “Wailing and Gnasing of Teeth” please rest assured that it is only because I went to take care of a stinky diaper and it will stop in a few seconds.  Really it will . . . I promise!!! 

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