Monday, January 22, 2007

Avalanche - Chaos - Bedroom?

doorroom

When did the bomb go off in the boys' room?

bureaumess

bookcase

leni_ranger

Maybe little Miss red Power Ranger will clean it up before someone trips and falls.

Do your messes ever mount to the point where you feel trapped, paralyzed? Where do I even begin?

8 Comments:

At 3:54 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hah! You've got to be kidding. This is what my boy's bedroom looks like on a daily basis.

15 minutes at a time.

 
At 6:26 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh girl, this is what my house looks like! But in my defense...we've been crammed in this little 1 bedroom house for 3 months and I've reached my max of contentedness!! I don't feel like cleaning, cooking, laundry, anything. I want to get out of this house soooo bad!!! 4 of us! 4 of us crammed inhere!!!

 
At 8:18 PM, Blogger Awesome Mom said...

Oh man all the time. I hate having to go into my spare bedroom. It is the worst of all the rooms because we just cram random stuff into it and shut the door. We don't keep toys in the boy's room because it is too tempting for Evan to play instead of nap like he needs to be doing.

 
At 8:45 PM, Blogger whimsical brainpan said...

You just made me feel better about the fact that my apartment needs cleaning (it's not so bad after all). I didn't think that was possible. Thank you!

 
At 8:59 PM, Blogger Crunchy Carpets said...

That is my entire freaking life!
I feel like I am running around averting total disaster or that those ladies who clean horrendous houses with snotty english attitudes will show up and not even try...

It is a losing battle.

 
At 4:04 AM, Blogger mad muthas said...

most certainly - yes! why do you think i'm sitting here blogging instead of putting the washing away? heeeeeeeelp!
x

 
At 6:04 PM, Blogger Em said...

This is what my kids' rooms look like when they finish cleaning! LOL

 
At 7:52 PM, Blogger crazymumma said...

oh that is hideous. I am getting short of breath.

i kick everyone out for the afternoon and run around like a chicken with my head cut off. That, or I go and blog and get irritated with my husband somehow....

 

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