Growing up there were times I would spill something or get something out and not want to put it away and I would think to myself. If I leave it here, mom will do it.  And somehow *magically* the offending item would find it's place back where it belonged.


and now I'm the Mom.

So big apologies to  mom for all those messes I made growing up that I relied on you to clean up.

On a related note...Today I decided to clean out our hallway closet because I was tired of things falling out whenever I slid it open.  It now looks wonderfully organized and clean. Just a small problem, now the hallway is a mess. I feel like this is going to turn into a "If you give a mouse of cookie...." kind of story and I'll end up cleaning out the closet again after I've scrubbed the grout with a q-tip...