My husband keeps going upstairs with the girls to help them accomplish their favorite mess-making game. They climb in Rose’s crib or bed (she has both) and pile every single blanket and pillow in the room (and there are a TON of them) into it and crawl around and giggle and scream. It’s great fun for sure, but it’s a lot of work to clean it up because hey, that’s a lot of pillows and blankets to put back in order. I kept coming upstairs to put Rose to bed hours later only to discover I had a lot of work cut out for me before her bed was inhabitable.
The last time they played this “game”, I confronted my husband about the leftover mess. I said the game was great, but could he PLEASE put the pillows back when they were done. He said he didn’t see what the big deal was.
What’s the big deal indeed. That’s clearly no work at all. All of those pillows and stuffed animals will magically go back in their strategic places across the room. The bed will remake itself.
I took this picture to show him what the big deal was. He shrugged.
I hope he was mocking me. Because seriously. No.