when they throw down clean clothes that I've washed, folded, and asked them to take up..somehow on many occasions, it ends up down in the shoot just the way it was taken upstairs, folded!!
turn the living room into a war zone with every toy and book and puzzle turned over and scattered about -- it's like stepping on a landmine trying to navigate out to the hallway or reach the remote control -- looking for a magic wand to put instant order back from the chaos that comes in a pint sized human with curly hair and gorgeous grin but a mess making capacity that's equal to a tsunami on some mornings with his boundless energy.