Today was a typical Monday morning at The Britton household. After a long weekend of playing, the kids rooms remind me a bit of a tornado once again. I call out my requests (orders) for the rooms to get cleaned before they leave for school. Not once, but five times, I ask the kids if they made their beds and cleaned their rooms. They all tell me yes. I believe them - again.
After they walk out the door, I go from room to room turning off all the lights. (Because I also seem to be the only one who knows where the light switch is. I'm sure I have my own father to thank for that.)
Here is the "clean" room I was assured of:
I think I've decided that it is probably easier for me to change the worlds standard of "clean" the my child's. (And I'm not even going to clean if for them today like I did last time.)
So next time you visit my home, if it looks like this - you need to be okay with it and praise me for my cleanliness. K? Thanks.
After clicking "post", I got a comment alert from my last blog post . I cannot stop laughing at the irony of it. Here was the comment left by my sister:
I visited again today to see if you had different ads. Yeah, you did. There was one for clean rooms. Isn't that for like a hospital? So funny....and relevant!?! I can see it now:
"Our top story is a stay-at-home-mom who put a clean room in her home. It was the one room that where she could always find her sanity."
Maybe they are one to something - clean rooms for the home. Haha.
I'm with my sister - who wants to help me market clean rooms for the home??? LOVE IT!!!