Our version of Ground Zero

Ah the modern Mudroom......a supposed sanctuary of order and calm.  A place where everything has its place and order prevails....right?   WRONG. 

I have to tell my kids to put their shoes in their cubbies a minimum of 5 times. 

We all decend on the mudroom while trying to get out of the house.  So you can imagine the scene.....we are typically running late.  I am trying to brush someone's hair and yell at them to put socks on at the same time.  We keep toothbrushes and hairbrushes in this room for last minute grooming.....Martha Stewart I am not.  So we are all crammed in there and the kids can't keep their hands off of each other.   Someone is always pushing, teasing or crying.  So this of course gets my blood pressure boiling and I start yelling.  When we finally spill out of the door onto our side entrance we are almost always greeted by the sight of the neighbors whose side door also faces ours.  This couple is the nicest.....very calm, quiet and church going.  you know the type....It is the antithist of our family.  We are the "LOUD" Family not the Francis Family.  So undoubtedly they have heard all of our screaming from the closed door and then the continued screaming as the door opens.