Cleaning with Henry is much like holding your tissue in one hand and wiping your nose with the other.
I had to undertake the insurmountable task of rearranging and cleaning out Henry's room. With the new addition we had pretty much just shoved him in there and not taken much time to even clean the closet out of the girls things.
In an effort to have all his things in one room, and remove the toy box from my already too small den, I had to rearrange his room and find space for everything.
I diligently went around the room putting things away. By the time one thing left my hand and I picked up another, he was already playing with the thing I had just put away.
It was like a constant game of round robin in child toy hell.
But alas it is done. I will be spending some time this afternoon before I go to work, creating a gas mask and full suit of armour as I am taking on Caroline's room tomorrow...
If no one hears from me, I may have been taken down by a toppling pile of laundry, or perhaps just eaten by one of her many stuffed to the brim bags laying around her room...