Okay. Okay. I readily admit that I have always had a messy room. And when I say always, I mean my whole life. (Ask my Mom for proof of my childhood room. She knows all too well.) There have been times when I've come home to find my dresser tipped over because I pulled every drawer out as far as it would go and left them there. Some people think my house never gets messy. I do like a clean kitchen and livingroom but it all ends there. I am sneaky. I am really good at putting things away. I should say "stuffing" not putting. Closets, cupboards, and MY bedroom become the hideway for stuff. All the things that I just don't know what to do with go there. A bedroom can be stuffed with lots and lots of stuff.
Yesterday, being Saturday, I decided to be productive. (Something I haven't been for a while because of my leg soreness and sunburn. It is hard to move when your body is in pain.) I decided that I would clean my room. Jake attempted to do this several weeks back when I was at a Girl's Night Out but he didn't really know what to do with all of the stuff, so he mostly just stacked it all really nice. During those several weeks between then and now all the space he cleared up disappeared. It filled up with stuff. I don't know where it comes from but it came and it stayed. I got to work and slowly but surely the bedroom floor started to appear. I've decided it was a miracle. I even got my dresser cleared off. My clothes are IN the drawers not ON them. Here is proof:
This summer I've tried to stress the importance of drinking lots of water to my kids. One child of mine has taken this to heart. He carries a giant waterbottle around and is always drinking little sips from it. Of course this means that he is always going to the bathroom too. The whole thing makes me laugh. Jake says it reminds him of my dad. I said only if there's milk instead of water.