Yesterday, I became the "momster." You know, the one with the eyes bugging out, screaming voice and the vein popping out at the side of my neck. I had been on the phone all day (love getting lost in the tangle of government phone systems). I looked up and realized what time it was and hurriedly told my kids that it was time to go. They promptly got up, put on their shoes and were out the door - the living room was a wreck!
Resplendant with dirty dishes on the coffee table, spills nearly dripping to the floor, a box of crackers on its side - with the cat atop the table trying to eat the strewn about crackers and cheese. Blankets were on the couch and floor (how many did they really need for just the two of them?!?!?), pillows on the floor and couch...in short, the place was a total mess. And they were going to leave it that way?!?! I kind of blew a gasket. I told (screamed) that they needed to pick the place up or we were not going ANYWHERE. They did...begrudgingly. And each blaming the other for what was out of place and who should have to put the dishes in the dishwasher.
Mind you I am no clean freak - by any sense of the imagination (or even stretching the imagination). But I do like to have my piles put in place. :) I admit I have piles everywhere. We ran our errands, visited my parents (grabbed dinner)...and returned home sort of late. I went to bed before the kids did. I wanted to read and they wanted to stay up since it was fall break.
When I woke the living room was meticulously cleaned and every thing was put in place. Even the Halloween decorations were up. (I didn't do that). I think the cleaning fairy came. She even cleaned out my refridgerator! I'm pretty sure the cleaning fairy looks a lot like my daughter. Maybe the Momster should come out a little more often. I like waking to this clean house!
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