Seriously! How do my kids make such a mess in such a short amount of time? You guys, I swear they are the offspring of Taz the Tasmanian Devil from the Looney Tunes!

Our middle child happens to have the largest bedroom which is the room of choice to destroy play in. I swear, it constantly looks like the room threw up.

Then, when I have the audacity to tell them they need to clean it up, you would think I have just asked them to move the world to a different universe by their reaction.

Fingers are pointing and mouths are whining about who played with what and who made what mess. I start hearing that they can’t put x y z away. I then point out that it is just like taking it out, except backwards. So, if they were able to take it out, they should be able to pick it back up and put it where they found it. Then someone has amnesia and “doesn’t know where this goes”-Oh, Lord help me!!

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