At the end of my day--wait, no--at the end of my kids' day, I walk around my little two bedroom duplex and survey the damage. CD's strewn about the floor of the apartment void of their cases, toys and books, crumbs and scraps litter the scene. As I move about bending and picking things up I am very thankful that my boy, Elliott, really did do as I had asked.
While I had been throwing together some supper, I had called out instructions to Elliott: "Pick up all of your movies and put them away." "Pick up the toys and put them in the basket." "Take all the clothes and put them in your room." After each instructive, Elliott would run hum-humming his way in triumph to the kitchen where he would proceed to gloat upon his victory.
Still, as I wander through my mini war zone hoping to tidy up a bit without rousing curious ears that are supposed to be falling asleep, I can't help but think, "what a mess!" I make my way through the living room and over to the couch where I find half of a graham cracker on the top of it, a purple throw blanket mussed and fallen, and a box that the kid's seem to have rescued from the recycling bin is now precariously perched atop the couch and against the wall.
Next, I make my way down the hall and into the bathroom where I proceed to find not one, not two or three or four, but at least nine pairs of Elliott's underwear strewn about on the linoleum. I had to chuckle, I had to pull David in for a look, and then a snapshot to share with you. This kid loves to layer. Boy, oh boy...
While I had been throwing together some supper, I had called out instructions to Elliott: "Pick up all of your movies and put them away." "Pick up the toys and put them in the basket." "Take all the clothes and put them in your room." After each instructive, Elliott would run hum-humming his way in triumph to the kitchen where he would proceed to gloat upon his victory.
Still, as I wander through my mini war zone hoping to tidy up a bit without rousing curious ears that are supposed to be falling asleep, I can't help but think, "what a mess!" I make my way through the living room and over to the couch where I find half of a graham cracker on the top of it, a purple throw blanket mussed and fallen, and a box that the kid's seem to have rescued from the recycling bin is now precariously perched atop the couch and against the wall.
Next, I make my way down the hall and into the bathroom where I proceed to find not one, not two or three or four, but at least nine pairs of Elliott's underwear strewn about on the linoleum. I had to chuckle, I had to pull David in for a look, and then a snapshot to share with you. This kid loves to layer. Boy, oh boy...
Go on, feel bad for me. All of those undies are from one day. Just imagine the kind of laundry I have to do... (well, okay, I admit it--I put them all back in his drawer. There is no way I'm going to be washing 20 pairs of underwear every day!)
6 comments:
hahahaha! that's awesome! i will forever have this picture in my brain. hilarious! :)
Well..better too many than none at all I guess.
hysterical. thanks for visiting...i'll check in with you often, you're a breath of fresh air!
Sounds like my life....oh how I hate little people laundry to fold and put away. I know it sounds bad but it is really not my fav thing to do......
I'm thinking and praying for you fellow-mommy/sis/friend! love you
Mon
Ha! Ha! Ok this makes me feel so much better! My house is always a disaster zone too. It's amazing.
El's my favorite.
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