The house is truly utter chaos. Ant I'm not one of those people that merely says that as a CYA in case the person visiting has a higher standard of tidiness. Nope, this is true, unqualified chaos.
In my room there are about five loads of unfolded laundry that taunt me whenever I walk by. There's about two loads piled on the end of my bed, spilling over into the over-full laundry basket at the foot. The idea was that I'd have to fold it before I went to sleep. It's been there for about 4 days now, and I'm sleeping just fine.
The living room is littered with couch cusions and light sabers, and I haven't even been brave enough to venture into the kids' rooms this morning. Although, I do know that since I had to strip Jax's bed after his impromptu nap yesterday (he fell asleep at the kitchen table while eating a snack at 4pm) his comforter is strewn across the floor, the sheets are awaiting their spin in the dryer, and a fuzzy pink blanket is draped over the mattress and a throw pillow in place of actual sheets.
The outside of the house is not really immune, either. When I ran out to the driveway with stethoscope to listen to a friend's baby's lungs (long story), I noticed that all the "Bendaroo's" from yesterday were still scattered about the lawn, as was an errant bike helmet and the lap desk I'd used at a bagel-serving tray when the pack of neighborhood kids got a bit peckish yesterday afternoon. As I ran back into the house, I noticed the garage door had closed on Riley's purple scooter, leaving it half inside and half out. And I'm not even going to mention the state of my garage....
The kitchen table still hold the detritus of last night's Valentine creation binge. Snippets of glitter paper and discarded hearts litter the floor, and 5 different types of glue (plain, clear, glue stick, red glitter and pink glitter) stand among cast-off markers, glitter stars and extra envelopes. You would have thought we would have had to clean it off to eat breakfast, but nope. My kids think nothing of brushing the glitter aside and plopping their cereal bowl down amongst craft debris. Jax perturbedly glares at the glitter that's adherent to his arm and fork, brushes it off and keeps on eating.
But this morning I decided to up the ante on breakfast... we had french toast. mmmmm.
It sounded like a good idea at the time, but about 30 minutes later I'm trying to finish up the last couple of pieces of toast (and one leftover bagel) in the pan, intermittently running back and forth to the bathroom to strip down Jax (who didn't quite make it to the potty) and plop him into a bath while he howls in protest, all the while shouting words of encouragement to Riley who is standing in the hallway complaining that her arms are getting tired from waving a towel under the smoke detector. She later thoughtfully reminded me that I'm supposed to disconnect the smoke detector before cooking breakfast... I sigh and remind her that daddy usually does that, I'm not tall enough to reach.
We miss you Brian! And I promise the house WILL still be intact when you get back!
...although Jax may still be in timeout.
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Sorry for "Steve's" comment above...I didn't realize that he was signed into my computer. What I said was, okay so maybe we ARE related. ;) LOL...
No doubt! Our poor fathers!
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