If you’ve been following along with me lately, you know that I’ve been up late these past few weeks. Well, this morning (and on most Saturdays – thanks, Hon!) I got to sleep in. It was just after 10:00am and I woke up and thought it would be good to get up and get my day started – with a cup of coffee, of course. 
I opened the bedroom door and… OMG! What in the world happened in here?! Complete disaster! Toys, books, clothes, rags, drink cups everywhere – I’m not exaggerating – EVERYWHERE! I guess that’s the price I paid for sleeping in and not being in charge of “organizing” the boys (as if you can really “organize” a 4-1/2 year old and a 20 month old – Wow, I can’t believe my boys are already that old!).
I walk down the hall to the office / guest room and politely ask my husband, “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” he asks me back.
(Um, what do you mean, “what do you mean?” – open your eyes. Do you SEE anything wrong here?) Yes, didn’t actually say that. Instead, I said “the house is a disaster.”
“The boys and I were playing.” he calmly replies.
(Oh, okay. Because you have to play with everything all at once, right?). I didn’t really know how to respond to that without being a, well, you know, a B****, so I just smiled and went into the kitchen (trying not to injure myself along the way, through the mine field of could-be-very-painful items to step on).
Fast forward many, many hours (12 to be exact), and the house is once again calm. The boys have been sound asleep for hours, the dishes are clean, toys put away in their proper place (because there is a spot for each and every one of them and don’t even try to put them in the wrong spot…), candles are flickering, my feet are up and my husband and I just finished watching a movie – and yes, without having to pause it (what a treat!). The chaos of this morning has disappeared into the past, and my mind is clear, ready for sleep. I finished my work early today – despite the distractions (visual and the usual others of “I want a snack” every 5 minutes), so there’s no “having” to stay up late tonight. I might even indulge in reading a book in bed. A real, paper book that I have to hold in my hand and manually turn the pages – ah yes, that sounds divine.
And so, my friends, I am honoring myself tonight by shutting down early and climbing into a cozy, peaceful bed. Good night and good wishes. Sweet dreams and sleep tight. Zzzz… 
I have two granddaughters (4 and 8) and I can’t believe the havoc they can wreck. The younger one squirrels EVERYTHING into her bed. There’s hardly room for her in there. Sunday mornings my daughter gets to sleep in as hubby feeds the girls and plays with them. However, I’ve heard stories just like yours when my daughter opens her bedroom door. OMG etc. Her husband is as nonchalant as yours: “But they were quiet, weren’t they?”
You KNOW you secretly LOVE their antics. They’re building their personalities. I was a B**** when I was a mom and a control freak. As a grandma, I totally love seeing a mess, them dirty or dressed up in princess costumes because when I was growing up we had to be prim and proper all the time. UGH. Think of the lovely memories you’ll be able to laugh at later.
Glad to got to sleep in. Mom’s need to.
Yes, I do LOVE their antics. 🙂 And I guess they were having fun with Daddy, which makes me happy, and probably the reason I wasn’t awakened earlier! A couple months ago I would have totally freaked out about the mess, but I have really grown lately and learned to not let the little things bother me so much, especially when it comes to my boys. They’re just kids! They’re learning and like you said, developing their personalities. Laughing later, most definitely!
Have a super day. 🙂
LOL! This analogy just came to me about the toys everywhere. I envisioned a rookie being called in to direct traffic in the busiest intersection in a metropolitan area. At least in your case nobody got hurt (including you) or your husbands feelings.
Ha ha! I think I’d much rather deal with the toys than be a rookie traffic cop – yikes! 🙂