Those sound like good names to use during the next storm season. Nothing can do more damage inside our home than those two forces of nature. It is almost as though they cannot stand living in a clean house and have some unknown urge to bring destruction.
Ashley cannot stand a dirty house. I have a similar dislike because I cannot stand a dirty kitchen. I think all of my children know that and intentionally decide to wreck it. There have been afternoons where all was quiet. All was clean. It did not last.
Riley was sitting in her high chair eating puffs and drinking a sippy cup full of water. Cooper was sitting at the table coloring and creating a modern art masterpiece. They saw me sweep the floor and wipe down the counter tops. Then, Riley had the urge to throw puffs over the side and Cooper stacked junk on the counter. They couldn't stand it. There were puffs all over my freshly swept floor. Riley started banging on the tray in victory after creating a small mess that I would have to clean up so she could, again, create a larger one. It is a vicious cycle folks.
It is not just the kitchen either. The living room is one of the worst rooms in the house. That is where we spend a large amount of time in the evenings either playing on the floor or watching, you guessed it, Vh1 Classic. Yes, I am now a junkie when it comes to videos. Anyway, Ashley and I try to keep everything in check and keep at least a path to walk in around the room. Actually we keep things picked up pretty well. Then, the storm systems enter the room and the carnage begins.
We keep all of Riley's toys in a basket in the corner of the room. Riley and Cooper know this and have the urge to start emptying the basket because everything is too clean for them. Shortly thereafter the basket of toys ends up on the floor in a small pile, and then the pile grows and spreads across the floor. Before you know it, there is a sea of toys floating around the room and there is nowhere to step or walk. We become trapped on the couch due to the debris across the room. They laugh and squeal in victory as they have again overtaken our attempts to maintain a tidy home.
I understand that we will be battling all of this for the next two decades. I hope our sanity, and our home, can take it. As they get older the disasters will only get worse. Baby toys will give way to Barbie dolls, which will then give way to their wardrobes. When she gets older, Hurricane Cooper will move about the house leaving clothing scattered from her bedroom to the bathroom and back a she attempts to get dressed for a date or something. I'm not looking forward to it. Her dating, or the messes.
Oh, well. As parents, we will have to continue sweeping up the messes after our storms (children) continue in their destructive ways. I love our kids, even though they are slobs.
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