The kids were playing Duplo Legos in the living room, where I could see them from my dining room cleaning. I heard Peanut (4) go into the bathroom, and he’s potty trained so I didn’t think much of it until a few minutes later when he yelled, “Mommy, come look! I made a disaster!” He wasn’t kidding.
I don’t know how, but he had spirited a box of cereal into the bathroom and poured it out in the sink. He then scooped water from the toilet to pour over it. (I gagged at this point in the story.) But it gets worse! He told me, “I was cleaning up!” He used the new roll of toilet paper and my make up brushes to “clean” the dirty-toilet-water-cereal mixture. Oh, and he was naked, with his clothes a wet heap on the floor. He was in there less than five minutes.
So he had to have a bath, the whole bathroom needs a good scrub down with bleach (guess what I’m doing after dinner!) and I’m completely drained of my will to clean.