Poor T??? I found dirty socks under his pillow when I changed his bedding and his dirty pjs were slung under his bed, that's after multiple warnings about putting stuff in the wash! His 5 year old sister can manage it without being told. I've spent hours with him in his bedroom sorting out and it looked even worse than before we started and we'd managed to tidy half the bloody room!
I've hoovered right through, changed our bedding, washed, dried and put away the old bedding, moved a DVD rack, tidied up a little downstairs, washed up, cleaned Toby's litter tray, emptied bins and put rubbish out and now my hip hurts, my hands are stiff and the bottom of my back is aching.
I think this is why J doesn't trust me to behave when I'm home alone...
