Different Day, Different Mess
It's fortunate that I enjoy cleaning.
Hey! Remember when I wrote about how boredom took over?
I have good news! We have a hobby! It's called punch pointing (or something like that)
BW really, really wanted to get a hobby and now she has one she has raced through this entire wall art and completed it in just days, which is kind of a great thing as she's been occupied, and I can get back to keeping the child entertained and engaged instead of the adults as well.
Do you want to know what BW is not that great at? Picking up. She's a much better at leaving where it was than putting it where it should be. It's a skill.
Do you know who takes advantage of this skillset? Let me introduce you to the Dog:
I mentioned to BW that I don't think it would be a good idea to leave the wool out on the couch like that because: the dog. The dog likes to eat things it shouldn't. We have lost more crayons to the dog to keep Crayola in business for another 100 years. And then there's socks, gloves and shoes of course. If you leave it lying around and it looks delicious in a doggy worldview then chances are it will be eaten.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the proof of my concept:
BW has some untangling to do in her future. Thankfully, the dog didn't eat the wool, and it seems it's just been licked to death.
Speaking of messes,
We are still full on with the drawing and singing and surprisingly no screaming tonight. so that's good. We like singing and painting.
I have 2 offices here at home. One is where I write and listen to music and actually has lights and paint on the walls and the other is in the real basement (you know, the messy part) where I have a few things setup to sell my crap on eBay. I've pretty much taken over any sub terrain territory here.
Down in the basement is a stack of printer paper next to my printer. You want to know who found my paper?
I know. If you look closely at the photo you will she she wrote her name. She would be a very bad thief when it comes to leaving evidence. It didn't take much detective work on my end to figure out the source of the mess. I thought it might be the dog, but then I realized she has no thumbs so scissors would be tricky.
I told her tonight she has the entire family room to paint and color. There's a desk and chair just made for her that's her size and has to be much more comfortable than a cold basement floor.
I even offered her the stack of paper so she could bring it upstairs and make a mess in her office instead of mine.
Nope. I get ignored. It's a theme here.
Keeping it Clean,
TH and Co.
