This morning, though setting my alarm a good hour before the kids awake time, they woke up crying at 5:15. Michael managed the situation and came back to bed, but I don't think they actually went back to sleep.
So they were up when I got up to exercise. I didn't want them underfoot when I was exercising so I told them to stay in their room and this is what I saw when I was done with my routine:
So, this room was tidy last night when they went to bed (tidy as in no toys on the floor whatsoever).
Now I can't decide which is more unpleasant: just cleaning it up so we can move on with our day or making them clean it up which means holding their breakfast hostage and hounding them over and over again to get it down (because usually their method of cleaning is put a few things away.....play with that toy...I come in and crack the whip....they put a few things away....play with another toy...my kids are the ultimate dawdlers).
Trying to muster the focus of two over-tired toddlers to pick up this mess is not how I envisioned spending the morning. Ugh.
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