The rest of the day was filled with cleaning...massive cleaning.

Don't get me wrong...our house wasn't like an episode of Hoarders, but it wasn't in great shape either.

Middle Boy and Younger Boy wanted to be a team and work upstairs while I worked downstairs.  My skeptical side said that they weren't actually going to be doing anything and I would end up doing it all, but I agreed.

After about three hours I checked their progress.  I didn't willing wait that long, but I was "banned" from the upstairs.  They weren't doing bad.  I should say, Middle Boy wasn't doing bad.  He asked if Younger Boy could be moved to my "team", because he wasn't really doing anything except getting in the way.

So...Younger Boy joined me on the first level.  I kept him on task.  At one point he said "I should have helped Middle Boy more."  Yes...you are probably wishing that about right now.

The house looks AMAZING.  We are finished.  Nothing got crammed in unused rooms or the garage.  Actual cleaning was done.

We rock!!