this afternoon, i was feeling well enough to
beat the children into cooperating do a little cleaning up around the homestead.
we played a
totally forced and unpleasant merry game of tidy up the living room.
then we went sort of across the street for dinner, and when we came home, there was a colossal mess on the verysame living room floor that had been cleaned just hours before, and was actually clean when we left the house. this mess included gobs of cereal scattered across the floor, a booster seat from the kitchen table, and a pair of underwear.
i didn't even think we *HAD* cereal in our house.
please tell me that this happens at your house, too.