My Natural Disasters

Aahhhh….my munkees: Love them; Loathe the mess. Mommy needs to reevaluate chores. The reins must be tightened just a bit for the sake of mommy’s sanity. ::sigh::

On a completely different subject: Bubby has a loose tooth! His first one. Punks has two. I can’t wait to make a Tooth Fairy Flight Path

Back to cleaning…

Mom to Mush

Greetings from the Munkee Exhibit.

It never fails; within 30 minutes of crossing the threshold, the entire downstairs living area has fallen victim to not one, but three “Natural Disasters”. It never ceases to amaze me just how much dishevelment these little people can create in such a brief amount of time. (Now this should be an Olympic Event!) A mélange of books, clothing, toys, crayons, etc. are what appeared to be the new floor covering. [Remember: Disorder causes anxiety in me.] This fact is ironic, as I was quite possibly the messiest child alive growing up. My bedroom was the epitome of my current worst nightmare (in regard to the home that is). My mother was beside herself…constantly. My perspective was that I loved my snafu…like a pig in a sty. Payback. So…it’s at times like this, I must reflect back to those days…. inhale deeply…exhale slowly. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. It is when my heart-rate returns to that of a rational human being, Operation: Clean~Up [O:CU] commences.

Today, we were drawing to a close, our time between homework and dinner ~ aka: WrestleMania Free Play. It was time for O:CU. No child of mine wanted any part of said procedure and my request fell on deaf ears. I could feel my temperature starting to rise, when Bubs starts laughing, informing me there’s a note on my back. Mouse joins in on the snicker. Punks:absent. What is he talking about? I dart to the washroom (for you, T), expecting to discover a “Kick Me” sign attached to my posterior.

The affixed post-it read: