Kicking and Screaming (me, not Miss M)

Being the mother of a toddler is going to force me into being a tidier housekeeper. Counters and tables are no longer safe, now that she's mastered the art of walking and gained a little height in the latest growth spurt. In the past week alone, she has pulled down an amazingly broad range of un-toddler-friendly items including (but not limited to): mom's hairbrush, a bottle of Excedr1n Migraine, a travel-size bottle of Auss1e Spray Scrunch, a fluorescent pink highlighter, a plastic tackle box full of screws, nails, and picture hangers (luckily a snapped shut box that rattled loudly and was promptly, nay, immediately taken away from the bandit), a butter knife, a calculator, and a baggie full of chocolate drops. Luckily, due to diligent supervision, none of these items were ingested or used to inflict bodily injury.

But it is tiring, you can't be vigilant EVERY single second. (You can, but it's exhausting.) So, the alternative is to clear off all surfaces accessible to curious little hands. In our house of clutter-bugs, this is a m.a.s.s.i.v.e undertaking. For now, items have been shoved to the very back of counters, hence the normally messy counters look even more atrocious.

So, I begin the onerous task of straightening up and clearing off the horizontal surfaces of our household. Pray for me, that I am not lost in the shuffle!