This morning, in preparation for our weekend guests, the boys and I began to clean the house top to bottom. (I say began because I am now sitting to eat lunch and have completed only 3 rooms. Hmmm. I also have come to the conclusion that only one room can truly stay clean and a time when there are two little boys present.) So those of you who are visiting, please know it was clean at one point, it just never stays that way.
So, what lives under your couch? I’ll tell you what lives under ours…
37 ping pong balls, 2 golf balls, 1 ball with holes, 6 small jingle bells, 1 hockey puck, 1 hockey stick
8 cars, 4 trains
2 dominoes, 2 rubber bands, 1 eye patch, 2 elefun butterflies, 2 books
6 square blocks, 8 blocks of assorted shapes
enough popcorn kernels to pop a small snack bowl of popcorn
3 pens, 1 marker, 3 crayons, 1 Jake and Neverland Pirates dvd case
1 pair of pajama shorts (clean I think), 2 t-shirts, and 1 sock
and, oh yea, whatever I scraped off my flip flop (maybe a raisin or possibly a smushed nurtigrain bar)
I think that’s more than some closets! I think the best part of the whole process was when the couch was initially pulled away from the wall the first thing Peter said was, “See mommy I told you Joey put my block under the couch.”
Seriously kid! The 60 other things don’t phase you?? Just the one block your brother probably accidently kicked under there when you were building a block tower? That’s what you see? Yikes! Talk about selective eye sight.
Please don’t tell me the floor under your couch is clean. That will make me feel bad.