Summer Mess

That sweet, sweet day is coming. The last day of summer vacation is only a week away. There have been some good times, some not so good times, some happy times, some sad times and oh my heavens to Betsy there have been some messes!! Don't get me wrong, my house is always messy. My sons still don't understand that there is not a magic fairy who goes through our house cleaning up their messes and fixing everything that they have destroyed that day. I do my best to make them clean up after themselves and try to help them understand that they need to be respectful of our home and our belongings, but they JUST DONT GET IT! The school year mess is bad enough but it pales in comparison to the summertime mess. Dirty clothes, spills, dried play dough/putty/unknown substance, urine on EVERYTHING in the bathroom, stained upholstery, smears and spots and stains oh my!

The first thing this child does every morning after he gets up is pull all of the bedding off of his bed.  We wouldn't want your sheets to get in the way of such things as destroying the rest of your room. 

Every large box that enters the house is used for a spaceship/time machine/race car etc. And God forbid I try to throw the boxes away. 

The playroom...nuff said.

The walkway that is open to our living room is apparently an excellent launch pad. Things go flying and mysteriously no one knows who threw it. 

Little bits of random trash strewn about.  Who needs garbage cans when you have your entire house to dump your junk?!

The TP is NEVER put on the roll. Ever. 

This one is mine...the amount of laundry coming thru this place is incredible. And I despise laundry. Despise. Just shut the door and act like it isnt there.

Costumes and weapons. Costumes and weapons. Costumes and weapons.

Hey, here is a fun game. I am going to put everything I own into my closet!!

Forts. Sofa cushions that somehow never make it back to their homes even though, "momma we promise we will clean it up!"

And finally, the handprints. I never realized there were so many smearable surfaces in my house. I don't even want to know what was on his hands that could leave such an intense print.

Eeeewwww.

So next time I am complaining about our house mess between August 22 and June 5, someone remind me that I ain't seen nothing yet yet!