Wasteland: The Apocalyptic Edition














In God’s good providence, He decided to give me a perfectionist for a son. Don’t misunderstand. I am not complaining. I just think it is very, very funny.

So 5-year-old Andrew has really enjoyed the process of learning to clean his bedroom. And typically speaking, he does a good job. I give him a list of tasks and he goes happily on his way. Most days, he can out-dust and out-sort the best in our family.

SO. Today my in-laws are coming and I have a long to-do list. My littlest was in the hospital over the weekend, so I am playing catch-up. Instead of giving Andrew a list of specific things to do, I sent him to “clean up his room.”

Imagine my surprise when I went upstairs and found his room spotless. As in, I thought he might be moving out. All of his clothes and toys were nowhere to be seen. I opened his closet and the shelves had been cleared. His drawers, too, were empty.

And then it hit me.

Very hesitantly, I opened the door to the baby’s room.

Alas. “Cleaning the room” for Andrew meant moving all of his earthly belongings next door. He even located bins with which to cart things into his brother’s room. Andrew’s room is now a wasteland while his brother’s room is a waste land.

My in-laws will arrive in under 4 hours. Can you guess what I’ll be doing?

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