In the morning, once the girls have gone to school, I like to wander into their bedrooms and straighten things up a bit. I open windows, turn on music, play with the hamsters, put away books. Nothing terribly industrious, mind you...I daydream the entire time. There's a certain pleasure in this activity, depending on the state of the room to begin with.
Sometimes things are so messy I expect to find a barnyard animal in the fray.
On such days I try to focus on the walls instead. The walls are never messy. This little girl and her broomstick hair makes me smile.
I'm not especially known for my ability to create order from chaos...although you should have seen what I did to their sock drawers today! Sock drawers = the bane of my existence. Imagine Martha Stewart with a temper and a riding crop. Yeah, it was like that.
While attending to Caroline's sock drawer, I came across this little gem. It reads, and I quote:
Izz, wy do you like your hamstr? Wy, Izz? Do not blow on Sophies hamstr. Do not blow on my hamstr. Ore I will blow on your hamstr, Izz.
It is signed with a sad face and a smiley face. The smiley face has been crossed out.
I found the whole thing to be rather sinister. Deliciously sinister.
After that, I felt much better about the mess.