Hungry?? My carpet must be…

He has decided that all food belongs on the floor – the entire box of crackers that I just bought yesterday, a box of animal crackers, a bag of saltines, the dried Gerber fruits, a bunch of those little yogurt balls, the remaints of his bagel bites that he didn’t eat for lunch, and more. I think my vacuum will refuse to start when it sees this mess.

It isn’t that I don’t vacuum, as I do this daily or even more often, and I do like my house to be clean, truly. After prying my entire collection of forks out of my VCR again (I would be very surprised if the thing actually works after that, and I also wonder if you could get shocked like sticking a fork in a toaster?) and contemplating the case of bottled water that is now rolling all over my floor, it hardly seems worth the effort. You know that he will just do it again, and he breaks into the pantry whenever he wants and takes out whatever he wants (don’t forget the seasoned salt, right?).

Of course, we aren’t going to live in a sea of dead food, so I continue to clean. It could be spotless, but by this evening, it will be right back to this again, of that I am sure. The little guy has a play vacuum and he runs around pretending to suck his messes up, and happilly announces to me that he made a “mess, uh-oh Mama” and that we must “vacuum, vacuum, WOW mama, vacuum” as he drags it out of the closet. At least someone likes to vacuum around here – how long until he can do it himself?

This would all be a little easier to deal with if he hadn’t been up until midnight last night, and I hadn’t been up past 2am getting things done that I was going to do much earlier after he SHOULD have been in bed. Of course his cheerful greetings at 6am were not well-received either. I’m the one who needs the nap around here, for sure.

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