Ava’s room has reached an all-time low.
Four days with four little girls sandwiched by two extended weekend trips have done things to Ava’s room that would cause mice to relocate.
To make matters worse, Ava carries the strong conviction that clothes are to be changed every three hours. I’m all for creativity and expression, but not when the discarded outfits become a free form art project on the floor.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, the sun keeps shining–sending us day after day of glorious summer weather. Who wants to sit in a rocking chair delegating clean-up tasks, when there is a whole, big, non-frozen world to explore?
That was my position on Monday and then again on Tuesday. Today the mess had consumed all three pairs of flip-flops and both swimsuits. It was clearly time to put my foot down.
I sent Ava into her room to begin sorting through the mess or to at least find those items necessary for her swimming lessons. I returned to find her, megaphone in hand, ordering about invisible servants.
“Servants! I said, Ser-Vants! Clean up this mess, right now!”
As you can see they weren’t making much progress.
With a bit of digging and shoving, and not the least assistance from said servants, we recovered one swimsuit, one swim cover, a pair of watermelon flip-flops, and one sun hat from the wreckage and headed off once more for the beach.
Ava commanded her work force to take care of the mess while we were away, but I assure you they did not.
I am anxious to share stories from our north and south adventures, but as you can see, we are up to our ankles in size four sundresses.
If you know any visible maids, feel free to send them our way.
Too cute! So glad to see you are enjoying this beautiful summer weather. Hope to see you both soon!
I am also of the opinion that the cleaning of trashed rooms can wait when the sun and breeze and birds are calling. Although there comes a point when I can’t take it any longer. If I knew of any maids (visible or otherwise) I’d certainly make use of them myself before sending them up north!
Ho, ho! Cleverly crafted post. Love it! Love you all too! Hope the maid arrives soon. Enjoy the beach.
Ah yes, a maid would be nice, wouldn’t it.? And, might I add that I’m impressed that your daughter only changes every three hours. Mine seems to think it is necessary to change much more frequently. The proof is usually laying around her bedroom floor.
ha ha
that’s too funny! Ava … i always try to order those pretend maids around at my house too. but … it never works. if you figure out something to make them do their work … let me know!
Yikes….every three hours at four years old? What is she going to be like as a teenager????
A small window into the life of a teenager. This is only the beginning. If I was braver I would post a pic of my 15 yo daughters room, but I’m not.
Enjoy the sun!
Grace always tries to get the room to clean itself via finger snapping, a la Mary Poppins. It’s been about as effective as the invisible maid. Glad you have your priorities straight, though.
Her room is sure cute.
I recognize that IKEA table. We used to have one. I say USED TO because Shep recently destroyed it. It was ok tho, because it only cost $100, and I just went and picked more money off the money tree we have growing in our back yard. No biggie.
(grrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
Very delightful post. Except for the sad state of Ava’s room. Also sad is the state of my own house. Yikes! Can’t wait to see you tomorrow, though! Ava will feel right at home:)
Did the maid ever come? I need her. Please send her my way.