Five minutes. That’s all it took.
(weary sigh)
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March 14, 2008 at 4:57 am
Dude, that’s my house, but with 4 boys.
~sighs~
I feel your pain!
March 14, 2008 at 5:49 am
I feel your pain.
March 14, 2008 at 5:56 am
That child has a GIFT, I tell you. Enroll him immediately in some kind of disaster preparedness school. Amazing.
March 14, 2008 at 6:13 am
Q’s room looks like this, and I cry whenever I think about cleaning it up. He was “looking for” a particular toy. Ugh.
March 14, 2008 at 7:24 am
LOL, Becca can do the same thing – to Abby and Hannah’s room in no time flat… Sigh.
March 14, 2008 at 7:45 am
i know!!!!!!! good lord, i know! :)
March 14, 2008 at 8:13 am
Oh yeah. So there.
March 14, 2008 at 9:21 am
Ouch. Was that an F5 tornado that hit????
March 14, 2008 at 9:54 am
Hey! I just bought those same train sheets for the boyz!
March 14, 2008 at 10:03 am
I know how it is.
March 14, 2008 at 10:52 am
Picture is worth a thousand words. Sooo glad all 3 of my boys are grown!
March 14, 2008 at 11:07 am
Ha! And about 5 hours, in C.J. time, to clean up.
March 14, 2008 at 11:07 am
oh man !!! five minutes…crazy !!
March 14, 2008 at 11:23 am
But look, the mirror isn’t even askew!
March 14, 2008 at 11:44 am
That’s painful. Check out the pic I posted Wednesday – looks just like yours but way more pink. Holy tornado children.
March 14, 2008 at 12:34 pm
Nice Ikea baskets. Aren’t they fabulous?
March 14, 2008 at 1:17 pm
uh. when did you sneak into my house and take a picture of my son’s bedroom?
(and he’s 18… it doesn’t get better)
March 14, 2008 at 2:36 pm
I’m guessing that’s CJ’s independent play not yours!!
March 14, 2008 at 2:55 pm
OMG!! I need to show this to Spouse…he is a total neat freak and under the impression that kids can play neatly…bahahaha
March 14, 2008 at 3:21 pm
That is exactly the reason my children do NOT have any toys in their rooms…and we don’t give them an easy dresser until they are older. INdependent play my butt! He was thinking: if she won’t play with me, at least she’ll have to help me clean up.
March 14, 2008 at 3:40 pm
Isn’t it amazing, it takes me FOREVER to sort through their toys, get them back into the bins (which pictures and words) that say Cars, Balls, Men, Other. And them 5 minutes to DISTROY! ugh
March 14, 2008 at 3:57 pm
Dear God. Ignorance is bliss. I don’t want to see the future of life with Sun….
March 14, 2008 at 4:32 pm
That is just incredible.
March 14, 2008 at 6:35 pm
I would entitle this “Rainy Afternoon” or “Playdate.”
March 14, 2008 at 7:26 pm
It’s funny because it’s not my house. Except for the fact that that’s almost exactly how my house looks right now.
Sigh.
March 14, 2008 at 10:18 pm
What is it with kids and tearing the house apart?! My life consists of walking behind my children picking up toys as they move through the house. Bleh.
March 14, 2008 at 10:26 pm
Oh, but this makes me feel so much better. It’s not just my kids!!!
March 15, 2008 at 5:23 am
That is seriously funny, painful and relatable.
March 15, 2008 at 7:14 am
I’ll take a messy room if it meant Miss E would play independently for 5 minutes instead of plaguing me. Constantly!
March 15, 2008 at 8:20 am
que desarrumação / What a mass….
let me tell you!
March 15, 2008 at 8:45 am
Holy crap. It takes us at least 15 minutes to get to that level.
March 15, 2008 at 10:34 am
ah, the joys!!
March 15, 2008 at 8:23 pm
Geez. That’s impressive. I’m so sorry, but mine’s looks that same way x 2. Ugh.
March 16, 2008 at 12:34 am
2 words:
I know.
Welcome to the jungle, my friend.
March 16, 2008 at 5:28 am
Oh I have SO been there!
March 16, 2008 at 4:12 pm
You should get the cops on the bast@rds that did that to your house, man.
Angie
http://www.AllAdither.com
March 16, 2008 at 5:39 pm
It’s the pure futility of cleaning that leads to post-child madness.
I’m convinced.
March 17, 2008 at 9:50 am
And 35 to clean it up.
March 17, 2008 at 10:44 am
Sigh is right.
I made this mistake this morning.