Yes, I've picked up some skills along the way.
But this twin thing, my 7 & 8 of 8 cabooses, well, they're kicking my hiney.
Particularly my housekeeping hiney.
I thought I had experienced the messes a bunch of kids could make.
But these twins?
They are just particularly gifted.
Dare I say, they are Olympic in their efforts.
I blow through boxes of Mr. Clean Erasers every week. Boxes.
From about the fout-foot level up at my house, things aren't too shabby. But anything within the twins' arm reach down? Yikes.
Mr. Clean and I? We spend a lot of quality time together.
Crayon, mud, high-jacked mascara marks on the baseboards, Hot Wheels car tracks along the drywall, popsicle juice cemented to the tile~that's where Mr. Clean and I get cozy. A lot. I'm starting to think that there should be such a thing as the Mom Olympics...no, no, wait...the Octamom Olympics. Points scored for number of messes cleaned in a day, boxes of Mr. Clean erasers used, form, distance, artistry...I'm on to something, don't you think?
See that little box-thing-a-ma-jiggy down there? In the spirit of Olympics moms, check out some of those stories. Give a thumbs-up to your favorite. Team Moms. Hey, if curling made it into the Olympics, surely Baseboard Scrubbing should be an event.