Some days, okay most days, I seriously wonder why I bother spending so much time in the run of a day cleaning.
Yesterday I opened the dishwasher to empty it, to have Alex reach up to get something off the counter (that he shouldn’t even have been touching) and knock my last full can of Pepsi off the counter into the dishwasher… all over my dishes. I didn’t care too much about having to run the dishes through again.. I mean really all I needed to do was throw some soap in and push a button. But it was my last can of pop!! And since my back was turned I lost over half of it to my dishes.
Today I had a basket of laundry sitting on the floor that I needed to fold after I put Nick down for his nap. So I bring Nick up, leaving Alex downstairs, as I normally do. I come down to find him shaking his sippy cup upside down over my clean clothes watering them with apple juice the way the character on TV was watering his carrot.
I have also walked in on him and Nick throwing cheerios at one another. And then laughing hysterically while they crush them into my FRESHLY swept floor. Now I remember why I stopped letting them eat cheerios in the living room while they watched Barney and I tried to do laundry.
Add in the way they take every single toy out of the toy boxes and throw them around the house 30 seconds after I just finished picking them all up, and I am sure everyone can see the frustration.
Alex helps me pick up his toys now. I thought it would be an incentive to put the toys away after he uses them so it would take less time. Turns out cleaning with Momma is fun. Now when I say we are going to pick up toys when I am finished with the dishwasher he runs to the toy bins and empties them as fast as he can. *sigh* Ah well. What can I do. I’m sure one day soon I’ll blink and they’ll be all moved out and I’ll be wishing for these days again! For now, this Momma is going to finish her coffee and go get the laundry out of the dryer. Again.
Love, hugs and more to come later!