My kids are the messiest kids on the planet. Maybe it’s because they’re creative. Maybe it’s because they just want to send me to looney bin. Either way, I am constantly reminding them to pick up, clean up and straighten up.
Today is one of those days when I feel like all I’ve done is badger the kids about picking up their darn messes. I feel better in a tidy house. I create better in a tidy house.
I’m not a clean freak, believe me. I don’t require the kids make their bed. Heck, I don’t even make my bed if it involves relocating a snoozing cat or two. To move them would just be rude.
No, my kids’ messes are exceptional.
- Piles of cut-up paper
- Beer bottle robot assembly residue
- Sharpie residue
- Glue residue
- Food residue
- Strings, ribbons and feather boas tied to doorknobs and bedsteads
- A fort made from umbrellas on the patio, in the rain “so they could read”
- Wirebound notebooks of drawings
- The crap you pull from the edge of the wirebound notebooks
- Flowers, sticks, rocks
- Homemade bug habitats
- Blanket forts
- DVDs and cases
- Blankets and stuffed animals
And that was just today.