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It has been a slightly hectic day today for Stahnke's crazy house. The kids were all still sleepy from the late night of fireworks and brownies. So needless to say I got to be the referee of several arguments, we had an onslaught of temper tantrums from our loudest screamer Now I ask is it possible to have a clean house with many little blessings running through like tornados? Should I just give up the fight? I think the perfect mom would have her kids trained to clean up after themselves, never loose her temper, always have chocolate chip cookies that are calorie free sitting on the counter, and have a perfectly spotless house. I think I will never achieve such a status, I try to teach them to clean up after themselves but somehow they always forget. I do have to send myself to the bathroom on occasion to keep from screaming or crying, calorie free chocolate chip cookies?? who are we kidding, impossible. And I think a spotless house is either a figment of my imagination or something only the very wealthy can achieve with a staff of 2 housekeepers per child. So I guess I will enjoy the mess and then one day they will be gone and the house will be clean and empty and quiet.
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. I head to the bathroom and find 2 pairs of wet underwear on the floor, one Elaina's the other???
Who knows. I find a soaked washcloth on the shelf and sitting helplessly under it of course is ... toilet paper a brand new roll.
( could it have possibly been anything else?) I start to think . Ughh who is ruining perfectly good toilet paper, ponder for a minute the possibility of unrolling it and letting it dry, for use later. Na, I think way to much work, so I decide to laugh and toss it in the trash. Upon leaving the bathroom, I encounter a huge mess of cinnamon all over my beige (albeit needing to be replaced already) carpet. Naomi and Alyvia were helping make baked french toast for the freezer they were in charge of the egg mixture, somewhere along the way Alyvia got annoyed with Naomi for humming and started flinging egg at her to get her to stop ( I think that commercial with the tomato fight had something to do with it). 
Somehow in the midst of all that cinnamon got all over my carpet. Do I dare replace it now, or should I wait until the last one moves out? Guess it cannot be worse than the black fingerprint powder Candice and Naomi got on it. That did come out ... eventually.
From the carpet my eyes travel to the kitchen island and what do my eyes behold but a huge sticky mess of eggs and milk and cinnamon and bread of course. Of course normally I would ask the mess maker to clean up their mess but at this point I decided to do it myself. I sent them all to a nap, and chose to laugh not scream. Now I know patience is a good thing and something I could improve on, but A crash course was not what I was expecting, next time I will just ask for a new book.
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