Today the kids completely destroyed the house in 10 minutes flat. Not kidding. Every single room. I made my bed and started a load of laundry and all the sudden every room in my house looked like a tornado had ripped through. The worse part is, I think I'm only in the eye of it right now. As soon as they get up from their naps, the other side of that crazy force with whip through and I may not be left standing.
Shown above is a TINY portion of the mess; a whole roll of toilet paper shredded to bits trailing all over the house. They dumped EVERY single bucket of toys all over every room, bathroom included; B put a mega lego in the toilet. But at least there is wet laundry in my washer, right?! Do I dare go down to switch it over? It's probably not worth the risk.
Sometimes I get so frustrated because the harder I try to keep my home neat and orderly, the bigger mess it becomes. Sometimes it is easier just not to clean anything because then I don't get upset at the kids for messing things up; except that a messy house leaves me feeling agitated and unproductive. AHHH. What's a girl to do?
It's a darn good thing that these two kids are adorable and forgivable. E comes over to me with her head bowed in shame and says in the sweetest little voice, "I'm sorry I ripped the toilet paper, mommy." Enter 40 minutes of me coaxing the crying children to clean up all the things they messed up/picking half of it up for them because they'll only pick up while I am helping them. Spoiler: the house is still a mess.
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