A Storm

I have two tornadoes that hit my house spinning each day. I have tried all the tricks. I've taught them to pull out one thing at a time and then put it away. I've helped them make cleaning up a game. I've taught them clean up songs. I have every group of toys organized in baskets to make for easy clean up. I've threatened to throw away toys, not buy any more toys, to put toys in time-out and to lock the playroom door. HOWEVER, this is what the playroom looks like at the end of the day. (Actually, this mess happened in about an hour with the help of two other little girls.)

And as if that weren't enough...I guess because the playroom was so messy, they decided to drag toys into "Nana's room" to make a "slide."

When I was in Utah and at Dave's parents' house, I looked around at how CLEAN everything was. And then guess what I remembered? There are no kids at home anymore. I know there will come a day that I will have all the time in the world to clean and organize, so a part of me wants to just let it go. I will eventually get it cleaned up...it might be fourteen years from now, but I will get it cleaned up.