Cleaning the Disaster

Yesterday was operation: Clean the Disaster.  So my sister and I had to tackle the scary task that included: what was in that sippy cup and do you know what food that is under the couch?  That also meant trying to put all the toys back into the play-room before a tiny could come by and drag them all back out because the house always looks better, according to Spiderman, when “my toy just goes right here” in the middle of the kitchen.  Cleaning the hazmat zone or house as we sometimes (rarely) call it was an all-day event, and thankfully Spiderman was in a good enough mood to play in his room for the most part.  Usually, we are being assaulted with toy after toy being thrown in our direction; however, with Spiderman preoccupied, we only had to fight the battle with one enemy- Mr. B!  Unfortunately, Mr. B always wants to “help” clean.  While this may sound like we have an ally in cleaning, that thought is wrong!  First off, he always trips over the cord while “helping” vacuum which also means unplugging it, or he is shoving things into the hole in the back that do not belong there.  Of course, we just fight the good fight to continue our never-ending task.  Letting him “help” so that the enemy remains happy is our only option, but once it is time to put the vacuum up it is nearly impossible to get it away from him.  You can see how heartbroken he is to part with the vacuum, and yes, we do the cleaning with a shop vac because it’s just necessary at our house!

 Although, I must say the house is looking amazing!   But why do we even try to keep it clean?  Would you believe that 20 minutes after the house was COMPLETELY spotless some little gold fish eating 3 year old crunched up the entire bag all over the ottoman and living room?