My subconscience took over yesterday. I was walking down the hallway with every intention to go in my room and sort laundry to wash. Instead I walked straight into the boys room and started cleaning. I guess I was tired of seeing it such a disaster. 2 hours, 1 trash bag, and a gallon freezer bag of "treasure box" toys later it was clean. Everything in its place, the Bratz have all their clothes and shoes, the transformers and bionicles now have all their pieces, dusted, vacuumed, and frebrezed.

Didn't faze the boys one bit, not even a thank you. "Looks good"

(insert sound of 3 heads being clonked together)