Reese is having a little friend over tomorrow and the house needed a good scrub down this evening. So, you guessed it...David and the kids were banished to the backyard for a bit. (Thanks for being a multi-tasker and mowing the lawn while you were out there dear!).
I vacuumed, scubbed bathrooms, dusted, and found homes for all the bits and pieces of collected clutter heaped upon our dining room table. I finally went out and got hot, sticky Tate for his bath and to put him down for the night.
As I was getting his pjs on, Drue came into his room with a pair of wool tights she wanted to wear. Of course, I had to disappoint her by telling her there was no way she was going to squirm into those in 90 degree weather. She took it pretty well then headed out of the room.
THE TIGHTS WERE LEFT LYING ON THE FLOOR! What's the big deal?-you're probably thinking. A tiny little pair of tights on the floor. Friends, that's how it allllll starts. One tiny pair of tights left on the floor, leads to a shirt left on the floor, a baby doll, a plastic stethoscope....and our house is back to looking like a cluttery pit of despair in no time flat. AAAAAAHHHHH!
"DRUE!", I hollered. "COME PICK UP THIS PAIR OF TIGHTS AND PUT THEM IN YOUR DRAWER WHERE THEY BELONG!".
She came bouncing right back in, snatched them off the floor and bounced out saying, "OK! As you wish your highness.....".
The teenage years at our house are going to be a grin a minute...I can just tell.