The Messy Gene

Stay away from me. I'm a carrier. There doesn't seem to be any cure or hope for one in the near future. I have the Messy Gene. And I have passed it on to my children. Mike's mom has told me stories of how he was unusually clean as a child - even had a song. I know, I know - how very cute . . . and wierdly anal. So, it has to have come from me. My girls can be home for only 1 hour and, with no help from me, they are able to destroy their bedrooms. And the ability they have to spread their toys, clothing, hair bows, whatever, down the stairs, through the living room, into the kitchen - and even out to the GARAGE is just amazing. We need to harness this power and use it for good. In the meantime, it is driving me CRAZY! Logan was the exact same way. At one point, I packed all of his toys into garbage bags and put them away for a month or so. Unfortunately, it didn't work and to this day he is a huge slob. I am hoping one day they will come up with some kind of vaccine so that my grandchildren are not plagued with the same affliction.