

I was picking up toys in the living room bemoaning the fact that nothing ever stays clean! No matter how many times I pick up this mess it always manages to get messy again! Then M says "Mommy, come and see what I did!" What he did was clean his room and the play room. He was so excited and proud of himself and I was so excited and proud!
He must have gotten this need to clean and organize from his Aunt Becca. I remember as a little girl Becca would make her bed as she got out of it in the morning. My room on the other hand looked like a tornado hit! We never understood each other. Even now I clean because I have to not because I want to. For as much as I don't understand my sisters need to clean, I'm sure glad I have a child who takes after her:-)