For some reason, my strong urges to clean always coincide with the kids creating messes right behind me. What is that about? Today while I tried to spring clean the master bathroom and bedroom, and guest bathroom, the following happened:
1.) Jack had an accident and pooped in his underwear IN HIS BED. Ew.
2.) He rolled a roll of toilet paper down the stairs and brought it to me saying "Look, Mommy, I cleaned this all up for you!" Um, you wouldn't have to CLEAN it if you didn't throw it down the stairs!
3.) the boys knocked over the clothes I was folding on the bed, causing it to all need REFOLDING. Aaargh.
4.) I found the boys with my label maker, having gleefully printed a long string of letters and used up the rest of the label tape in the machine. Sigh. I SO love labeling things. But somehow I don't think JJKMX*& MDJELSMSJJJJJSMEGJS is going to help people find anything. Just sayin'.
Tomorrow is another day. And another opportunity for them to trash the house behind me. Come on warm weather. I plan to lock them in the backyard for a full three months.