It’s a good thing I’m throwing myself into cleaning my house (and also pontificating about how much better my life is when everything is put away and dusted) because yesterday Henry cried the ENTIRE WAY HOME FROM SCHOOL.

What do those things have to do with each other, you ask? Well, the boy was crying because he had forgotten to bring the exact same unfinished school work home with him for the second day in a row. Still not seeing the connection?

The boy is painfully disorganized, you all. PAINFULLY. Although most of the pain is probably mine.

My kitchen is clean but my son is a mess! It’s a win-win! Wait no it isn’t.

Argh. (more…)