Every Thought I Have While Cleaning Up After My Kids (aka Rearranging the Piles of Junk)
I have spent the morning cleaning my house. And by cleaning, I mean moving piles of junk from one place to another place, where they look moderately more organized. So I suppose if we’re being technical here, I spent my morning tidying my house, but let’s just pretend I cleaned it because I want to pretend it’s actually been cleaned. Here are my deep thoughts while cleaning:
- Could Greek yogurt also be used as chalkpaint? I’m thinking yes.
- I’m never, ever buying bubbles again.
- I’m never buying Fruit by the Foot again. So many wrappers.
- Can someone please invent a self-stacking book? Now there’s a product I could get behind. Shark Tank is waiting!
- If I had a nickel for every crushed goldfish cracker in my house I’d be rich.
- Is that a snake?! WTH! Oh, no, it’s just a faux hair braid headband snaked into the corner of the bathroom. Lovely. Well, that got my heart rate going. Cardio for the morning, check.
- It’s time for a break, where is the remote?
- No the other remote, the more rectangular one so I can access Netflix and watch House of Cards.
- The next round of birthday parties will be strictly no gifts. There will be tears, yes.
- Cups. Cups. Cups. Cups. Cups. Cups. Are we all that thirsty? Is this house a desert?
- When can we have nice things?
- Do I toss the whole baby bottle or try to clean it? Toss, it’s now in solid form.
- Still no remote.
- I really hope that’s a Fiber One Brownie on the carpet. Yes? Yes.
- Did each child wear five outfits yesterday?
- If I find one more string cheese wrapper…
- Oh, that’s where all the Band-Aids are.
- Why do they have to peel the satsumas into like 1,000 tiny pieces? Why not, say, 100 pieces?
- Markers. Toss. Toss. Toss. They’ll be sorry when all they have left is gray and brown. That book they love, The Day the Crayons Ran Away? It’s happening, kids, today. Right now. Running into the trashcan.
- Did the stuffed animals go hide somewhere and multiply? If they somehow come alive and stage a mutiny we’re dead because there’s about 500 of them.
- The shoes. Always the shoes.
- Why is it so hard to put the Kleenex in the trash can? Why? I mean, it’s right next to the trashcan.
- Why is there an apple core in this toy bin?
- I’m never letting them eat in the living room ever again. Never.
- Well crap, there’s no more cushions to flip, they’re all stained on both sides.
- I’m going to staple those little couch arm covers to the couch. Add to grocery list—industrial stapler.
- If any toy has more than three pieces, I’m not buying it.
- Screw you, bead kits.
- So this is where all the printer paper went. . . . 1,000 sheets of paper with one random letter drawn on each one.
- Wow, there’s a lot of Starbucks cups in this play area. Why didn’t anyone clean them up before now?
- I think it’s time to call the carpet/rug/upholstery cleaning guy again.
- Why do I even bother?
- Never again, play doh, never again.
- Awww, that toy has been used by all my girls! So sweet. Channel the Konmari method: thank you, toy, I’m setting you free, via the trashcan.
- Oh wow, that’s a chicken nugget on the floor? We haven’t had that in like two weeks.
- Thank God we don’t have a dog.
- Maybe we need a dog? The dog could eat all this food. But a dog poops and pees. Nope.
- How much art of theirs do I keep? Better hurry up and bury it in the trash under the petrified food items or I’m in big trouble. They find it every time.
- Can I stop now?
- Shopkins. Brought to you by the toymakers that want your toddlers to choke. So many, where to begin? I know, with you, Mary Meringue. You’re mine now!! (Evil laugh).
- Can I just install a garbage disposal and drain under my kitchen table?
- Where is that smell coming from? Where? Oh. The Hamster cage.
- Why did Santa bring a hamster? Why, Santa, WHY?
- I need to hire a professional home organizer.
- Random Christmas ornaments, lovely. Guess these have been here awhile.
- I wonder how long this room will stay “clean”? Minutes vs. hours, definitely not a whole day.
- FOUND THE REMOTE! It’s time for a break.