Bart was gone this weekend for a conference, so I (foolishly) tried to get the house really clean and organized all on my own to surprise him when he got home. It was a nice idea in theory, but the end result was a semi-clean house (I still have to sweep and mop my dang floors!) and a tired me who had worked nine hours straight attempting to clean in what felt like a tornado of toddlers.
Well, I finally decided I was just done for the day, so I fed the kids, turned on the TV, and went to the back room to lay down and attempt to figure out why such a crazy notion entered my head and how I could prevent it from ever happening again.
While I was back there, I heard an odd sound, but I was so tired it didn't really register. The sound went on for another few minutes, and finally it clicked: trash bags! I knew I had been hearing the sound for a few minutes, and that Addison (the only person who might legitimately be using a trash bag) was enthralled in the show I had put on.
I decided there were two courses of action. Either I run out there to what was, undoubtedly, a room full of trash bags, chide the individual responsible for the disaster and attempt to cajole her into picking her mess up, or I lock my bedroom door and just wait for Bart to get home and deal with it (a VERY tempting prospect since I knew he would be home fairly soon).
It took all the motivation I could muster to pull me up off that bed, but I finally was able to do it, and when I got into the kitchen I saw this:
Do you see what is going on?!?!?!
My TWO YEAR OLD was taking out the trash!!!
Albeit it wasn't perfect.
But it's a HECK of a lot better than trash bags all over the room.
Next I think I'll try teaching her how to do her own laundry.
3 comments:
WOW - go, Lilly!!!
That child at that moment was a complete Angel.
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