Perhaps It Was a Tornado

I went on a quick grocery run late tonight. No, I don't usually shop late in the evening, but the kids were in bed (so I thought), and I had the energy, and I LOVED the idea of going to the grocery store without my two wild monkeys in tow, so I bit the bullet and went. (I'm a little sad that that's how I spent my Saturday night. Is this what happens when you turn 30? We did have big plans, but they fell through. Boo hoo.)

For the record: This is what Grant's room looked like before I got home: (actually, his furniture has been rearranged since these pics were taken, but you get the idea)


This is what I found after I got home:

I have no clue as to what went on in his room. I do know, however, that Grant had a GREAT time.

And, where was my child rearing partner in all of this? Asleep in his recliner... I must run to his defense though. He got back from a business trip to Egypt two days ago, so he's pretty much plumb tuckered out the poor thing.

You want to know the saddest part of all? I cleaned the house today. (insert pout here)Everything was spic and span and in its place. Surfaces were dusted or wiped, linens were washed, the floors were sparkling (except for our nasty carpet that is almost OUT OF HERE - I vacuumed it though), the bathrooms were scrubbed down, and to top it off, a vanilla candle had been lit so the house smelled yummy. I was enjoying the fruits of my labor. Sigh.

At least I got to go to the grocery store alone, right? And, I did come home to a good laugh.