Laugh or Cry
Weekends have a tendency to place our apartment at its worst cleanliness-wise. Mondays always come with one thing on the to-do list: shovel out the house. Today is no different. In an attempt to keep my sanity, I decided to tackle the rooms one at a time this morning. Micah had a little heart-to-heart with the boys and asked them to help me pick up the living room floor today.
About 5 minutes later, as I was putting clothes away in our room, Henry came racing down the hall excited. "Mommy, Mommy! Come see! I cleaned up everything! Come, I'll show you!" He went racing down the hall (in his underwear--things like getting dressed get put on the back-burner on Mondays...). We got to the living room and, sure enough, the floor was clear. And then I saw it: Mount Everest. He had stacked everything he could find in the living room into a basket, and he was beaming. I had no choice. I grinned and said, "Oh, Henry, thank you! You did a great job picking up the floor!"
Another 5 minutes passed, and I decided to walk our garbage down the hall to the trash room. As is usually the case, Thomas followed me out repeating his little mantre, "I he'p Mommy. I he'p Mommy." As is also usually the case, once the bags were safely in the trash room, he took off running down the hall in the opposite direction--in nothing but his diaper. He squealed and yelled over his shoulder, "Can't catch me! I Gingerbread!" I regretted ever introducing them to the Gingerbread Man story as I took off down the hall full-speed. One time he got around the corner just ahead of me and ducked into the elevator as it was closing, so I make it a point to keep up. Even when I'm six months pregnant. As I sprinted down the hall, hearing his little taunts and seeing his little diapered bottom waddle at full speed, I had no choice. I laughed. Hard.
These are the mornings that make you want to laugh or cry. I hope I continue to laugh! And maybe manage to get a little housework done in between the antics. I should probably put the computer down, though. Henry's trying to clip a clip-on tie to Thomas' diaper...
About 5 minutes later, as I was putting clothes away in our room, Henry came racing down the hall excited. "Mommy, Mommy! Come see! I cleaned up everything! Come, I'll show you!" He went racing down the hall (in his underwear--things like getting dressed get put on the back-burner on Mondays...). We got to the living room and, sure enough, the floor was clear. And then I saw it: Mount Everest. He had stacked everything he could find in the living room into a basket, and he was beaming. I had no choice. I grinned and said, "Oh, Henry, thank you! You did a great job picking up the floor!"
Another 5 minutes passed, and I decided to walk our garbage down the hall to the trash room. As is usually the case, Thomas followed me out repeating his little mantre, "I he'p Mommy. I he'p Mommy." As is also usually the case, once the bags were safely in the trash room, he took off running down the hall in the opposite direction--in nothing but his diaper. He squealed and yelled over his shoulder, "Can't catch me! I Gingerbread!" I regretted ever introducing them to the Gingerbread Man story as I took off down the hall full-speed. One time he got around the corner just ahead of me and ducked into the elevator as it was closing, so I make it a point to keep up. Even when I'm six months pregnant. As I sprinted down the hall, hearing his little taunts and seeing his little diapered bottom waddle at full speed, I had no choice. I laughed. Hard.
These are the mornings that make you want to laugh or cry. I hope I continue to laugh! And maybe manage to get a little housework done in between the antics. I should probably put the computer down, though. Henry's trying to clip a clip-on tie to Thomas' diaper...
