It seems that everywhere I turn, my children have destroyed something. There are stains on the carpet, gouges in the wall, dents in the furniture, pages torn out of books, toys littering the floor, and sticky fingerprints covering every single surface.
I'm not talking temporary messes that can be simply cleaned up given some determination. I'm talking holes in the doors that get repaired, only to be torn apart again for no conceivable reason. I'm talking a room that goes unlit at night because lamps are systematically smashed to bits within seven days time. I'm talking flooring that is curling and mouldering in the bathroom because little people regularly flood it without compunction.
I like to think of myself as both artistically free-spirited and fastidiously organized, but neither trait is enough to save me from this current madness. The kids destroy things faster than I can fix them, yet aren't skilled enough to clean things to my satisfaction and help repair their own damage. I am simply not free-spirited enough to let it go, neither am I organized enough to keep things under control when I am so vastly outnumbered. I won't lie: it's completely dispiriting.
Granted, it's dead hot here and we've all got cabin fever, which probably magnifies my feelings beyond reasonable proportions; but still: I feel like I won't ever be able to own nice things and live in a clean space until my children are grown and gone. Which at the moment? Can not come soon enough.
Am I doing this wrong? Have I just slacked off in teaching fundamental respect for property to my children? Am I expecting too much of them? Do I just need a very long vacation? Please help!