Meltdown Monday

I know, I know it's Tuesday but frankly I was too exhausted last night to get my post up. So here is the short version.

I love my kids and I have evidently loved them so much that I have made them completely incapable of taking care of themselves. They are little pigs. There room is a disaster area.  I have asked them repeatedly to clean it and sometimes they do ( their version of clean is hide everything so I can't see it and call it clean) or they complain that its just too hard to clean it. Really, isn't cleaning your room just making a mess in reverse? And you didn't have any trouble making the mess so I would have to assume that it is within your capabilities to do the reverse and clean it. Yeah well a Mom can dream right? So yesterday I donned the hasmat suit and decided that enough was enough and went in to help them clean there room. They are seven, at seven years old I had chores lots of them. Mine have very few until recently, anyway the me helping clean the room turned into me cleaning the room with the help of Little R who is evidently on a quest to be the best child in the world, while Middle K could care less he was off playing in the yard.  After several hours I finally called in the reinforcements - my bestie - Loco YaYa and we managed to get it completely knocked out. Now needless to say they have been informed that the next thing on the ground hits the trash but I have a feeling that one is going to take a few times to sink in.  So here I am after a very restless night feeling like I got hit by a train, but at least there room is clean.