It’s clean out the bonus room day. This happens once or twice a year, when the mess is so overwhelming you can’t tell what color the carpet is anymore.

As I clean, I get angry when I see toys that are broken because they didn’t take care of them. 

Then I find delightful contraptions and curious builds of a genius mind in creative play mode. 

Then I find where they have destroyed the drywall and I get mad again. 

It’s an emotional rollercoaster.