The other morning when Shayla woke up and came into our room the first thing she said was, 'I think I should clean my room. I keep stepping on toys.'
'Good idea Shayla, it is kind of a disaster!'
But then she added, 'I need your help.'
That room does need a good reorganization, especially before we try and stick Tristan in there. But it is just something I am not looking forward to.
So I kept putting her off.
Until she said, 'Maybe I'll surprise you. Mom don't come in my room, okay?'
This looks 100 times better... wish I had a before picture!
I love when the barbies and stuffed animals are tucked into bed somewhere random... like the steps she uses to get onto her bed.
Now I know some neat freaks would be horrified that I was super excited about this clean job... that I didn't even have to help with... woo hoo!
And I, myself, kind of chuckled about her piles of crap shoved into corners and on shelves and into her closet.
Then I returned to my room...
So there you have it... even if I had helped it wouldn't have looked much different!
Guess she got her cleaning talents from her Momma!