Every evening I try to clean up the day’s clutter and go to bed with a reasonably clean house.
Some mornings my efforts at cleanliness are already wasted before I have even woken up for the day. I’m talking about the mornings when Brooke and Caroline decide to scatter toys, art supplies, and food everywhere before I’ve taken the time to fully open my eyes, get out of bed, and face the day. On those days, I wake up to this:
It’s sort of hard to fully appreciate the magnitude of the mess just from these pictures. In the pictures, you can’t tell that all the tiny pieces to checkers, Chinese checkers, chess, and mancala are scattered all over the living room. You also can’t see the crumbs from the goldfish, the crackers, and the EIGHT granola bars ground into the counter, floor, and couch. Also realize that although the girls have made messes that were much worse, they did all of this damage in less than thirty minutes. They work fast. When they’re making messes, that is. Cleaning up is a completely different story.
However, strangely enough, I prefer waking up to the above mess than to this:
Yes, you can see a wonderfully clean living room, but do you know what you can’t see?
You also can’t see the front door that was wide open on this particular morning. I had an escapee on my hands.
Luckily, after a few minutes of searching I found Brooke passing the time at a neighbor’s house playing with his toys. He was moving that day, and I think Brooke heard all the commotion and decided to investigate. When she found her friend’s door wide open with toys in sight, she couldn’t resist.
And I couldn’t resist giving her a stern talking to and placing a child safety door knob cover on our front door. Luckily she hasn’t figured out how to work those things yet, but have no fear – I’m sure it will make another exciting story for the blog when she does.