Lost it

After asking sons to help out and they needed a millionth reminder the Mr and I lost it. Completely. And then the house and the dog got clean.  

And three hours later…

…the Mr and I have a perfectly tidy bedroom. This was our boys way of calling truce after our breakfast battle. I was of course super happy and I didn’t use the word “but”. We sat down in the made bed (made bed in our bedroom never happens, unless a real-estate agent is about to visit)…

Why on earth did I walk into this one?

Why is parenting so hard? Why? And why do I “fail” even if I know how I should do it? Fail = scream and shout. The kids room looks like shit, like shit. I could clean them for them, but I do not want to. Because they will need to know what they have and where…

Before and after

Did some cleaning for the little ones birthday celebration. It looked like this in the livingroom. Then the Mr came home from work, and all of a sudden the livingroom table looked like this.

Still in recovery

Our home is still in recovery after Saturday’s party. Amazing how much junk there can be inside a house when the party was outside.  Apparently we should have sun (according to the forecast) but it is grey and rainy :(. Oh well, this day will pass as well. 

What a difference

30 minutes makes in the morning. One gets the time to clean out (a very much needed) fridge for example…