helpful

While the little ones were eating a snack and watching a Christmas movie this morning, I decided to get a jump start on cleaning out and organizing my closet. One of my sweet boys wandered in and asked what I was doing. After I told him, he asked "can I help?"  OK..initial reaction running through my head was "oh no, there is no way you can help, you will totally just be in the way and this sucks enough as it is". But what I said was, "Sure baby, I love it when you are helpful."

I was so pleasantly surprised. He matched all the shoes into pairs, and picked up all the spare change that had fallen out of various diaper bags, purses and pockets and was scattered all over the floor. And he kept me company while doing a chore that I hate.  My closet looks like the aftermath of Armageddon and my ADHD makes it tough to keep it organized for more than 6 hours.

So here I was, thrilled that my sweet boy was so much fun and so willing to help. I decided to go check on the other two. I thought they were still watching a movie.  Wrong.

They were in the guest bathroom emptying bottles of shampoo and shower gel into the tub, the sink, and the toilet.

You win some, you lose some I guess.