John's mom is coming to visit. She will be here one week from today. That means that I need to do a bit more cleaning than just my typical damage control. It is my understanding that some people have clean homes all the time. Maybe you are one of those people. I am not. And here is why...
This morning I set out to do a bit of cleaning and organizing in the kids' rooms. I put Dex on the floor for some tummy time and had Eva and Quinn playing on the floor with blocks. I open one dresser drawer to take out some clothes Dex has grown out of. Oh, shoot, where should I put these? Oh, ok, there is an empty tub downstairs. "Guys, Mom will be right back." I run downstairs, grab my tub and come back upstairs. I mean, I immediately come back upstairs. Shoot. Dex has fallen asleep and Quinn is trying to burp him (repeatedly slapping him on the back).
No problem. Put Dex in bed and close the door. "OK guys, Dex is napping, let's go play in your room instead." Open their pajama drawer and sort through some old pjs of Quinn's. I put these in a pile for my nephew and look around. Where is Quinn? I hear giggling in the bathroom, this is not a good sign. I go to look and Quinn has emptied half a bottle of baby shampoo into the bathtub. "Come on buddy, let's go find Eva." I take Quinn back down the hall and hear Clem downstairs whining at the door. Right. Dog. Has she been fed today? I go downstairs and let Clem out.
Back upstairs about two minutes later I hear more giggling from the bathroom. Shoot. Eva and Quinn are both in the bath (without water) and are gliding around in the soap (apparently soap with no water equals ice skating in tub). Grrr. Allrighty. Get everyone undressed and fill tub with water (no sense wasting good soap, we're on a budget here!) All right, kids in bath, I will casually do a bit of straightening in their room and check on them every other minute. Miraculously I do get through 3 drawers and have piles of stuff to be given away. Yay.
Time to pull kiddos out of the bath. I get Quinn's diaper on. "Moooooooooooommmmmy" It's Eva... stuck under her bed. As I pull her out she brings an old shopping bag with her. "look mom, my snow pants." Yay, she has found her snowpants from two years ago and decides they are the perfect thing to wear today. Fine. Snowpants it is, we're not going anywhere today. Here comes Quinn, streaking. "Quinn, where is your diaper, buddy?" To which he replies "ucky poopy" Oh SH*#. I go in my room and sure enough, there is a diaper on the floor right next to a pile of poop. Yep, why clean out dresser drawers when I could be cleaning poop off my carpet?
To sum up. In three hours I have taken a dozen articles of clothing out of a dresser and put them in a tub.
Right now Eva and Quinn are playing "dress-up". This is their favorite game. They have at least a dozen outfits approved for this game. Fairy dresses and old Halloween outfits, oversized hats and plastic jewelry. It is all in their toy box where they can get at it easily. Are they playing with these clothes? Of course not. Eva has the tub I was using, she scooted it across the floor and is standing on it. She is busy pulling everything out of her closet.
I guess I've got to go. Anyone know a good cleaning service?
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