I only got up at 620 this morning because I could hear Jenny get up and I don't think it's a good idea for a 2 year old to wander around the house alone. Bad things tend to happen when the tornado-baby is unsupervised.
So I'm up and checking the weather forecast (currently predicting 8 to 14 inches...cool) on the internet. jenny is sitting on the couch watching Playhouse Disney. She looks up and asks me, "Why you no clean room, Mommy?"
Why didn't I straighten up the living room before I went to bed last night? It wasn't that bad: several pairs of shoes, a few baby toys, and a magazine littered the floor. I normally DO pick this stuff up at night. I hated the sight of the room when I stumbled down, but I was really tired last night. In fact, I was sleeping in the glider rocker as I put Petey down, so I stumbled down last night to spend time with my husband (who was standing in the parking lot talking to a co-worker when I finally called his cell phone to see where he was. I could rant about this, but there is simply no point).
So, I wasn't sure whether I should be pleased that my normal standard of housekeeping was noticed and appreciated by my toddler or whether I should feel that the nagging was starting early today. I finally just told her that I had been tired and that SHE should clean up.
So she did.
She just couldn't do Daddy's boots because they were too heavy (the things weigh about 20 pounds, I swear). But everything else she found a spot for. I should put her to work more often.