hello, monday; hello, clutter

yesterday was not my best parenting day.

we had some fun moments:  chocolate cake, chips 'n dip, orange Crush, {all kinds of stuff we don't normally eat}, lego building, indoor football, snuggling.

there were some not-so golden moments as well:  doh doh started running fever; bruiser was going strong; all 3 were tired, whiney, and irritable; ok, 4 of us; i've had little sleep, don't feel well, and my annoying visitor who shows up monthly is on her way again.

i yelled at my boys.
more than once.
more than twice.

i'm raising a hoarder.  when i'm tired i really can't handle his clutter. 

or the fact that he read a private letter {to homeroom moms from pta} over my shoulder. 

it was just one of those days.

and then, after all the fighting, yelling, and attitudes,

i get them snuggled in bed...only to discover the last bit of junk i had told Bubba {the ultimate hoarder} to clean up

had just conveniently been shoved under his bed.  {sigh}

his clutter, his junk,

his stuff-he-can't-live-without-but-forgets-about-2-seconds-after-getting is DRIVING. ME. BATTY.

if i felt better i'd be cleaning out, donating,

pitching lots of clutter he'll never miss.  but i don't feel well.  and stripping beds, washing sheets, and remaking beds is about all i think i can accomplish today.

see their closet?!?!?!?!  that was AFTER i told them to clean it up. {big dramatic sigh}

please tell me y'all live like this, too.  right?!!?!?!

happy monday!!!!!!!!!!  now go de-clutter something. {wink}