At 10:00 a.m. my Living room and Dining room were Spotless. By that I mean they had been picked up, swept, mopped, walls washed, baseboards cleaned. This is how my living room and Dining room looked at 10:30 a.m. The grumbliest, not a word but hey it works for me, part about this is if you look close enough you will see that the floor looks as though it hasn't been swept or mopped. Or maybe the grumbliest part about this is, the sweet little monkeys that made this mess have moved on to another room! Now I am not complaining, okay maybe I am complaining a little. For the record this picture makes me feel1. Totally Frustrated: that my efforts to a clean home are stopped at every corner ( but even more frustrated that I have not taught my children to clean up after themselves)
2. Happy: the sounds that came out of those two rooms while this mess was being created was so joyful
3. It makes me giggle to think about how GREAT my kids imaginations are
4. Wonderful: that my 3 children can play happily together and enjoy themselves
5. nostalgic that in 10 or maybe 20 years I will miss this
