JP made a gingerbread house over the Christmas break. It was just a kit so really all he had to to was decorate it. He took his time and applied frosting and candy as carefully as he could and it was beautiful.
For about an hour.
Then he decided it was time to eat it.
And that was that.
My house is just like that. I get it clean and organized and tolerable and it lasts, oh, 20 minutes or so.
It makes me crazy and then I start yelling and then I feel guilty and just clean it up myself.
Just call me St. Anne the Martyr.
C'mon, Gibbs! Help a mom out!
I gave Mom my Maker's Mark bottle sweater. : )
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