My husband and I are trying desperately to make our house look like a home, and not like this:
Needless to say, our boys don’t help, and I do NOT factor the playroom into the equation when discussing the cleanliness of my house. Side note – we have since taken out the train table, since it clearly was not being played with properly. Mean parents.
I like the phrases “Pardon the mess, children making memories” or “We live here” or whatever lies I can tell to make myself feel better. But, the boys are pushing the limits of my sanity (and ability to lie about it).
At one stage when my daughters were younger the ‘play’ room was in such a state we couldn’t get in the door. I dropped them at school, hired a skip, cleaned it out and wiped their tears. Then I told them to ‘shut up and stop moaning.’
I felt a stone lighter and the room looks good now.
The train can come out on special occasions when they actually want to play with it.
Ah yes, I remember those days well! And watch for legos, when stepped on they hurt like hell!
Lego’s are the bane of my existence! So true!