My daughter doesn’t just make a mess in her room, she trashes her room like a rock star! It may be her super-power.

It has either been raining or soggy all week long and I haven’t been able to take the kids out to play to run off some of their energy. So that energy has been directed into the serious business of messing up the House. Today, I’d had enough. The mess has become overwhelming–there are toys in every room in the House! I wanted to move all the toys back to where they live, but there was literally no space in Pumpkin’s room for one more toy. Don’t believe me? Have a peek.

When faced with a mess like this it is sometimes difficult to know where to start. But this time it was easy. Apparently, some kind of stuffed animal-volcano had erupted and the resulting toy-flow impeded my ability to get to the rest of the mess. So I tucked all the stuffed animals back into their basket and then tackled the rest of the room.

Several of Monkey’s toys had made their way into Pumpkin’s room; I removed those first. Then I found my new hat, it’s been missing all week. I found it in Pumpkin’s closet, filled with tiny toys. Not long after I started, the kids showed up, wanting to “help.” Monkey was playing Pokemon so it was easy to persuade him not to help. But Pumpkin had to help, she even started crying when I told her “no.” So I crumbled like a stale cookie and let her help. Which actually made the whole process take longer than it should, but it made her happy. And here’s the little culprit herself:

After all the toys were off the floor and stowed in their little bins, I had to move the rug and vacuum the room, so I parked the Pumpkin in the den with her brother and gave them snacks. I got the room perfectly put together and was so proud of all my hard that I took some “after” pictures.

And:

And finally:

That’s the great little organizer I bought at Target. Now if only I could get her to put the toys back in the bins!

Anyway, didn’t I, I mean, we do a good job? Care to guess how long the clean lasted?

Less than three hours. Three hours! I was hoping to get at least a day of clean for all my troubles.

They are kicking my butt.

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