The best way to wake up in the morning is to the smell of Grandma cooking bacon. (It dosen't have the same effect anywhere else, only at Grandma's house.) Until yesterday morning. We always clean up their rooms before they go to bed- well usually I should say- and we missed the night before. Their friends had been over, and every toy, I mean every toy was on their bedroom floor. You couldn't even see the carpet. Overwhelmed I left it for the next days list. (Anything to get out of cleaning my closet... yes I am still getting to that) The boys came in (Ernie was as usual dressed, had eaten breakfast, made his bed and brushed his teeth all before I was awake) extremely excited to show me a surprise.
Time to brag. They had cleaned the room all by themselves! Now, when I say they cleaned their room, I mean they really cleaned it. I am a little ocd about the organization of their closet, and they had put everything in the right basket, bucket, or shelf it belonged to, and their floor was completely spotless. (I usually even have to go in and fix how big Ernie has cleaned up the toys, not that I am complaining, because I love that he is so awesome at cleaning, I am just kind of wierd...) Wow, a major accomplishment. It will be probably a decade before this happens again, so it is defanitely worth writing about. Now as long as they don't see that I still haven't cleaned my closet, I will feel like a success as a mother.
If only every morning could start off this way.
