With a Little Help From My Friends

Today I hosted another playdate for my friends. The second one in three weeks. So? Big deal. It's a big deal indeed. You see I have a little problem.... I am a clean-freak. Well.....more of a clutter free freak. I can not absolutely stand clutter. You will rarely see me at outlet stores, garage sales, or checking out the sales rack/bin area. You see those places will put me in a tizzy. And trust me, you don't want to see me in a tizzy.

But gosh darn it, those kids are just so good and carefree that I am able to release my grip momentarily when they are around. I mean look at them:


Who cares if the doll stroller ends up in the macaroni/bean sensory table or if the chalk takes a bake in the play microwave? Those things can easily be put back in their place. Which now leads to my new problem. Imploring that they make a mess, so I can clean it up. It's my new high. I know,I know.... I need a new hobby.