Right now there are two furry black creatures who should be groveling in gratitude that I didn't shoot them on sight this morning. When I left to take the kids to school, this is what it looked like:
So neat, so tidy. All because yesterday the kids and I spent two hours sorting through their toys, getting rid of the ones that weren't beloved, and putting all the rest into neat groups. Legos went in three gallon-sized ziploc bags. Cars and trucks went into a separate ziploc bag. Dolly clothes and accessories went into a separate bin. And so on...
The puppies have been incredibly good the last couple months-- I think because they are so exhausted by the kids that they have no energy left over for mayhem. Except for Gracie and our bathroom trashcan -- she has a crazy desire to scatter the kleenex, contact lens cases, and q-tips everywhere. But other than that, it's been quite remarkable.
I was gone a mere half hour, dropping the kids off at preschool and coming back home. And in that time, this is what the dogs had managed to accomplish:
Every single ziploc bag has been carefully removed from the blue bin and shredded--with all the pieces scattered and ground into the shag rug (from whence only 10% seem to reappear). Dolly is wet from being chewed on, and her clothes have been thoughtfully separated from her body and moved to the couch. The dogs also appear to have enjoyed a tea party, and I found the cream jar in the kitchen--apparently needing a refill. Gah!
I started to clean, and then just gave up. They are SO bad!! And does this look like contrition to you?
Me either.