Why I don't clean

Confession: I am not great about cleaning.  I admire those people who love to clean and can keep their homes clean, even with young kids.  That's not me!

So, when two accidents happened in the bathroom in one day, I decided I might as well clean not only the floor (which I did after each incident) but also the sink.  I even refilled the soap container!  I felt so productive!  After patting myself on the back and admiring my work, I sat down to relax.  Not too long after that I heard the bathroom door lock, followed by thuds and mischievous squeals and giggles. 

In case you don't know, a locked bathroom door with two giggling boys behind it is NOT a good sign.

I banged on the door to get them to open up, and here is what I saw:

The boys has dumped the whole soap bottle into the sink and turned on the water, after which they threw the bubbles all over the bathroom.

I was not a happy momma. 

Did I mention Ryan missed this whole thing because he was mowing the lawn?   Lucky guy!  Darn my grass allergy!

So, in case you ever visit my house and it's a mess, I am sorry.  I am just not sure I really see the point while I have three lovely yet ornery curious little ones underfoot!