This is wrong, but hilarious.
Today I went into Cheyenne’s room to drop off some clean clothes, and I wound up in full-force cleaning mode. It all started when I happened to glance down at the floor of her seemingly-tidy room, and a stray folded pair of socks halfway under the bed caught my eye. I pick them up only to find a small pile of clean, folded clothes a little farther under. And I knew. I just knew.
My daughter had been faking me out.
Perhaps it is my fault for letting her clean the room with her door closed.
Perhaps it wouldn’t have gone on as long as it has if I had followed up with her…
I found dirty socks stuffed into old purses in the closet. Huh?
I found trash hidden in the back of drawers, or tucked into a folder…candy wrappers, construction paper scraps, torn plastic wrapping–could she have been saving it?
I found a paperback book laying under the mattress. What did she put it there for? It’s not like I wouldn’t let her read the thing…
I chuckled to myself the entire time I was in her room, uncovering all this mess. I swear, if she just put forth half the effort it takes her to fake-clean her room, my entire house would be spotless. What genius! What dedication! What scheming! Why can’t she harness that energy and use her powers for good instead of evil? Kids–they’re just diabolical sometimes…but very entertaining.
I can relate it to a recent time Caleb asked me to vacuum. I took the vacuum out and just ran it over the carpet in a few strategic places, without actually plugging it in, so it would give the appearance that I did what he asked. (Baby if you read this, I’m sorry. That was the only time. Honest.)