Cleaning the flat with the kids hovering around [read: messing up what I just cleaned] is like trying to dig a grave...
in the winter...
in Alaska...
with a sand shovel!
They follow behind me and immediately undo what I have done. Their little "clean-sensors" are spot on. The kitchen floor was barely dry from being mopped before we had our first spill. The linens on my bed were perfectly straight and crisp when suddenly it became the perfect place for wrestle-mania.
I'm searching online for some type of caging device!
Or, maybe, I'll give up on cleaning!
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Just give up on the cleaning and enjoy the kids--believe me they will be grown and gone before you know it!!
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