|her idea of doing laundry?|
|this is not bad at all, just what I spotted last night going to bed. The collection of shoes and not one matching pair.
Oh and a frying pan, I know that is where I always leave mine.
People always comment, in real life and now here. Yes here, my blog, other social outlets, other places my home is being shared. They comment on how neat it is, how beautiful it is. How their home never looks like this. Well mine does look like that. Obviously, there is photographic proof. But it also looks like this… all of this. I have three kids, who like I said are the messiest housemates ever. I try to keep up, but it is truly a loosing battle. Today we had a bedroom clean up, I decided it was time to check and see if we still had floor in their rooms. They had not been seen for a while. Well that clean up turned into tears, tantrums, threats, whining, all of the above. While the frozen soundtrack was playing in the background, of course. 3 hours later the room was clean. It could have been done sooner. By my husband and I just relenting and doing it ourselves while they attempt to look busy until we are done cleaning. But this time, it was time for them to do it. And it was the longest 3 hours of my life. I think next time I will just do it myself. Was that their plan all along?
|the guest of honor|