If cleanliness is next to godliness, and children are a gift from God....why are they so messy? My very dear friend Stacy and her boys are coming for a visit tomorrow. This morning I cleaned my house....as I tend to do every morning.
Silly me, I was just sure it would stay picked up throughout the day. Then I remembered I have a 6 year old.
It is a miracle how quickly a child....who is barely half my height can destroy a room. I mean she can mess it up before I'm even done cleaning it. That's how efficient she is. So, I cleaned it again, and again. Finally I had an idea...tell my human tornado to go clean her room. After all, her friends will be here tomorrow. So she does! Amazing right? Not so much.
After a half hour of silence in her room (if you know my daughter, you know silence is never good) I decide I should check on her. She did in fact clean her room. However, when she was done she decided to build a roller coaster. Using her books, chairs and various other things. She has a beautiful roller coaster-ish marvel snaking it's way around her entire room. She's calling her work of art the Poke' coaster in honor of Pokemon. Her floor is buried in 3 feet of roller coaster goodness and she has her table set up smack dab in the center of her room in preparation for her Pokemon tea party she is planning to have with my friends boys. Repeat BOYS.
She got a hold of paper plates and has decorated them to look like wheels. She taped construction paper together in long strips to connect the "cars" and has even added aesthetic touches like a "tree" and "mountains" for scenery. Oh yes, she has thought of everything.
Anyway, I don't have the energy to clean it all up again...at least not tonight. So, looks like the boys might have to endure the Poke-coaster and subsequent tea party. I wonder if she has tiaras for them to wear?
