On Wednesday I decided I'd better get photographic evidence of that rarest of sightings: The completely clean playroom.
You'll probably see a Yeti before you see this again.
Okay, so it's not exactly a Pinterest-staged playroom. You don't see any whimsical alphabet wall hangings or carefully placed and aesthetically pleasing wooden toys. But you know what you also don't see? A confetti of cut paper on the floor, multiple "houses" and "bases" made out of cut and taped-together cardboard, block castles guarded by Storm Trooper action figures, and some straight-up trash. All those bits of tape and paper and random pieces of plastic wrap from when Cubby made a "video game" and . . . I don't even know. I just threw it away.
I did not, however, throw away the cardboard creations. Those I stashed in the back of their closet so I can't be accused of throwing them away should they suddenly demand the fate of those artistic creations. And if they don't ask? Then I'll throw them away.
I got it all cleaned up and vacuumed and dusted and everything.
Pretty sure Jack's giving a fist pump for Mom here.
Twenty minutes later, Cubby and Charlie got home from school and immediately began to trash the joint again, with Jack's able assistance.
Oh well. At least they're cute.