With two children under the age of 5, I try not to be too much of a freak when it comes to furniture and rugs. This house belongs to all of us, and that's always been my philosophy. My breaking point came the other day, however, with a bowl of spilled spaghetti on my favorite rug. It's not the first time someone's accidentally spilled food or tracked mud on the rug, but it was the first time I lost my flipping mind! I cleaned up the mess, moved all the furniture, and lugged the rug into the living room. No more debating about a rug in that room...and, for now, bare floors in the dining room.
As soon as I finished moving furniture, Kicky got to work teaching me how to organize cars. That's my girl!