Vents

I love my house.  I think its adorable and great for us and I'm so grateful we were able to find it in one weekend.  That doesn't mean I love everything about my house.  One thing that really bugs me about this house is that the ac vents are in the floor on the first story.  Now sometimes that's really nice when I'm standing in the kitchen right next to one but what really gets to me is that my kids can close them as they please.  So our ac will be on and I'll be thinking to myself, "why is it so hot in here?" Sure enough one of my wonderful kids has played with the vents and closed them.  It drives me crazy. Well not as crazy as having to fish crayons and pencil out from the vents.  Something similar happens to the vents in our van as well.  My kids all climb in before I get do and play with the knobs that control the air flow in the van.  So I'll have the ac full blast but can't feel a thing because the vents are defrosting the windows not blowing air in my face.  Really its not all my kids.  Pretty much all of these things can be blamed on one little mischievous boy.  Can you guess who?

Yup this kid causes more trouble than the other two combined.