So apparently I was wrong about it being spring in my last post. This morning as we stood in the driveway watching our kids at the bus stop, my neighbor and I had to put the hoods up on our jackets because it was snowing. SNOWING! I'm still sunburned from the 82 degree weather during D's baseball game this past weekend and today it's snowing? As D would say, what the deuce?!
I figured a cold snowy/rainy day was as good a day as ever to tackle the dreaded cleaning out of my kids' rooms. My three boys share a room, which basically just means it always smells like farts and dirty socks, but it was fairly easy to clean. Some gum wrappers, some video game controllers, some Airsoft pellets. Okay...a LOT of Airsoft pellets. I never want to see another Airsoft pellet again in my life.
My daughter's room was a whole different story. Good lord. I really don't even know where to begin, but I guess I should explain that she is a very dutiful child who tries her hardest to do what she's told. She organizes her things and makes little to-do lists and creatively stacks her pillows and stuffed animals on her bed and she's the only one of my kids who faithfully puts her dirty clothes in her hamper.
That being said, we get to the crayons. The stickers. The Post-It notes. The scarves, the wonder loom band thingies, the headbands, the books, the pictures she's colored, and worst of all...the nail polish. Dear god, the nail polish. I've been in this weird loop the past two years or so where I'll buy a new nail polish color I like and I'll use it once or twice and then I'll lose it. So I go buy another color I like and use it once or twice and then I lose it again. Turns out, I wasn't losing them. My daughter was stealing them and hoarding them in random containers and drawers in her room. I present to you the evidence:
All of my purples, my reds, my clear coats, my sparkly colors that I can never fully get off of my nails no matter how hard I try. Ugh. No telling how much money I've spent replacing all of these nail polishes. I guess it goes with the territory of having a daughter, though, and if that's the worst thing she does then I suppose I'm ok with it. Plus, she writes random notes like the one in the picture below. I have absolutely no clue what it means or what it could be about, but it made me giggle like crazy.
In conclusion (...I feel like I just wrote a paper for a high school English class), it is cold outside, boys fart a lot, and girls will heartlessly steal your nail polish without once considering your poor delicate feelings. Also, today is my brother's birthday, so in case he's reading this, happy birthday to the best brother a girl could ask for. I love you.