I have a confession...I'm a bit of a neat freak. It has it's perks and negative qualities. My house is usually neat and tidy but I tend to get panic attacks when it gets cluttered. Having two young boys doesn't help the situation any.
Yesterday I decided that I would sift through the messy playroom and kids room. It really is a quick and easy process since we have TONS of bins and cubbies to put things in. I tried to set it up easily so the boys could take care of it on their own. No such luck. They put things away for a short amount of time and then decide that it's too much of a hassle...super mom will fly in to the rescue eventually.
I made a last sweep through the rooms before climbing into bed last night. There was the occasional Lego that stabbed my toe like an army soldier, and the lone Little Person who someone managed to escape her tub. It's like a scene from Toy Story. I was woken this morning by little feet padding down the stairs to devour a morsel of breakfast. I made a quick trip to the boys room to gather their clothes for the new day and discovered a disaster of epic proportion...a tornado MUST have blown through their room while I was sleeping. The covers, pillows, and toys were tossed around the room, books look like they had been pulled from their shelves and tossed like a javelin. I guess it's another day of cleaning. Thankful our time together is well worth it...maybe we'll reenact the cleaning scene from Mary Poppins today.