I've been struggling to keep up with the mess in our house. I can't even end that sentence with "lately" because it's more like an "ever" kind of thing. I mean, cleaning up isn't my forte, but even Kelly Ripa would have a hard time here...the constant un-doing of anything I've just done is pretty darn defeating.
So, we hired a monthly cleaning lady. Which means that once a month, we really commit to getting everything off the floors, counters, desks, dressers, bedside tables, and any other level surface that accumulates junk so she can clean.
Last night, we were back at it, trying to make a fun game out of this project. "Let's go, Team Tidy!" (Team Tidy is something they have at my son's kindergarten that seems to work.) My 3-year old daughter says to me, "Mom, what is Team Tidy?" I explained the super-exciting idea of a group of cleaners. "I don't think I'm on this team. Who is Tidy?" Okay, next trick.
Not long after this, I hear Brian (5) muttering, "I don't get it. Why do we have to clean for her? She's the cleaning lady!"
