Fairy Puke

 This is what happens when, after not getting enough sleep for days, you decide to throw caution to the wind, turn on a movie, and try to take a nap while the young ones sit dormant in front of the beloved television. Only that last part doesn't happen...but this does. It's like a fairy puked all over my living room. There are tiny tiny TINY little gems all over, paper flowers, sewing needles, lots of thread, paint, colored craft wire, picture frames, photo albums, and lots and lots and lots of buttons that were previously organized by color. Among other things. What isn't pictured is over 200 blank CD's that we've been holding on to for years but never really use that were spread throughout the house.

 

 

 

I thought that the fact that the Princess's fairy wings happened to be placed strategically among the wreckage. Of course she had nothing to do with it - she claims very boldly that this was all the work of the Ninja. While, yes, he can open the closet door (a nightmare because he's only been walking for about a month) I don't think he knows how to unlatch the craft box.

 

Always the opportunistic mother that I am, however, after putting both kids in a nice long time out while I picked up the tiny gems and put the craft box back together (okay, the Ninja was in the high chair eating lunch, but the Princess was) I brought the Princess out of time out and informed her that she was going to help me sort the buttons into the correct sections. She was thrilled about this and only got distracted about 17 times. However, she did very well organizing the colored buttons into their places and was just so darn proud of herself when we were done that I had to tell her good job...even if my eye was still twitching from the mess. On the bright side, however, I had actually been needing to clean out that closet and reorganize my craft crap for a while (the vacuum doesn't fit in the closet anymore - there's a lot of stuff not pictured...) so at least I got that done. *sort-of smiley face*

 

Ah kids...never ever EVER a dull moment...eeeeevvvveeeeeeerrrrrrr...........

 

M.

Truth of The Mess Is...

Okay, as I mention in my "About Me" section, I'm a mom. I'd like to think I'm a decent one too - not Pinterest Perfect by any means, but I get the job done. There is one job, however, that often seems to never be done - CLEANING! I am having a hard time understanding how parents of multiple children are able to keep their houses spick and span sparkly clean all the time! I just have my 2 kids, The Princess and The Ninja (3 1/2 and 1 respectively) yet I can't seem to keep up with them, especially the Ninja since he started walking.

Just since this morning, the Ninja has emptied my kitchen towel drawer 3 times, pulled out all of my pots and pans, climbed on top of my computer desk and stole my pizza while my back was turned (resulting in pieces of half chewed pizza all over in the carpet from when he ran away from me), ripped up 3 pages of the Princess's coloring book, pulled all of the DVD's out of the shelf twice, and has emptied about half of the toy box and thrown all of his toys in various parts of the house while running around squealing. Then you add the Princess into the mix, who insists that every item of her pretend kitchen stash has to be emptied and on the floor to have a tea party (the Ninja threw those too) and emptied half of the wipes pretending to change her baby's diaper (which the Ninja also ripped up and spread around). By the time I get one mess cleaned up, there are 4 more waiting for me.

Of course then you have the people who say "A messy house is a sign of happy children" or "Don't mind the mess, the children are making memories" and stuff like that. Well...that's okay to a point, yes, but there's a point where that can't really pass anymore. Like when that mess includes things that children are slipping/tripping on or eating that they shouldn't be. Then it's probably not just a "sweet little memory mess" or whatever. Like if I don't sweep under the Ninja's high chair at least 12 times a day, then he goes back and goes on a treasure hunt to find whatever he dropped earlier that he can now try to choke on. Or when the Princess decides to take off her Barbie's shoes or tiaras and the Ninja thinks "Hmm, I should chew on that" then it's probably a good idea to pick up. And you never really know when they've done something like that because if you leave the big stuff out then the little things are hidden to you but available to them.

Ugh, there's no winning. You either stress to keep a clean house and your kids are grouchy because you keep cleaning up their messes, or you stress over a dirty house because you have no idea what is in that pile of toys plus the added stress of a husband who comes home from work and says "So what have you guys done today?" (which is a very dangerous question to ask a stay at home mom, just a fair warning). Anyone else feel the same way? Am I just crazy? Please tell me that someone out there empathizes with me!

M.