Closets become disorganized.
I walk out of my room and Oliver clings to me like lint on a flannel shirt. (screaming)
Day 04...Husband still no shower
Floor and kitchen a mess. Everything out of place. Strawberry juice all over the floor.
Me:"Honey why is there strawberry juice all over the floor?"
I couldn't have said that faster when Oliver walked behind my back in the kitchen muscled open the fridgerater grabbed himself a strawberry, fell down squashed the strawberry and walked off.
Christian: "that's why".
My room turns into the "craft corner"