It happened. I knew it would.
Last week I set up a new study area for the boys. A place to move away from the busy-ness that can be our dining table mid-school day. I tastefully decorated it. I lovingly vacuumed the carpet underneath. I painstakingly cleaned the table top. And I even thought to give them a handsome, handmade (by Ben), pencil cup and a shiny lamp.
It was clean. No, it was very clean. Uncluttered. Possibly the most uncluttered space in my entire house. I wanted to move into that space myself. To enjoy it's orderliness.
Until now. Now it is the site of Gavin's current experimental undertaking--a generator. It's beyond cluttered and I fear it will never be the same.
I give up.