Perhaps I am exaggerating. Just a little.
So back to work I went. Once I had his room cleaned again, I noticed the "M" that spells his name on the wall had fallen down. I pulled the crib out, got the letter, and set it aside when I saw the treasures Miles had dropped behind his bed. When Miles picked up the "M", I wasn't worried. It's wood. What could he do? As I was wedging myself between the wall and the crib, digging out the forgotten toys, I heard an unmistakeable "SNAP"! What could he do? Well, he COULD stick the M through the slats on his crib. And he COULD turn the M into a wierd position. And he COULD try to get the M out of his crib. And he COULD snap the M in half while trying frantically to retrieve it. That's what he could do. And then he COULD laugh out loud at mom when he sees the look on her face. Apparrently a block of wood is no match for my one year old.
And later, when I took a break after folding 4 loads of laundry to use the powder room, before putting the clothes away, Miles had a grand old time unfolding and throwing around every article that was on the couch.
All 4 loads worth.
After cleaning all day, my house doesn't look that much better. The lunch Miles refused to eat and instead, threw all over the kitchen floor i had just mopped, is still there. There are loads and loads of clean clothes all over the living room, a messy again playroom, some broken wood, and now.....a headache.
It's true what they say.
About cleaning and children and snow.
But the truth is...I have always loved snowstorms. If I had to choose, take 'em or leave 'em, I would take them every time.
Such is the life of a mother. And in all honesty, if i had to "take it or leave it",
I would take it every time.