What have you been doing up here?

Today was cleaning day...Self explanatory...right...Yeah, as long as you aren't Hunter Sheridan Worley...

Those of you that know me, know that I am completely OCD. Paul would say I rival Kathy Bates in the movie version of Stephan King's Misery. I can spot something out of place before it moves...i.e. my shell tower at work...another time another place...

As a result, Cleaning Day used to mean, I sent the kids down to the basement to play (and honestly stay out of my way) so that I could clean the house "correctly" top to bottom. It would be able to pass the black light test with flying colors when I was done.

I did however, come to my senses, and I have since delegated chores (hence, I am no longer a member of the fun club). Maddy gets in, gets it done and moves on. Hunter...well, let's just say that he gets a little distracted.

Hunter, after being lost in his room for what seemed to be hours, emerged and declared that he was done with his room-he was going down to play with sissy in the basement. He shut his door to keep Koda out and headed to the basement. I continued the task of sanitizing the bathroom.
I proceeded to Hunter's room to vacuum. My horrified response sent Paul scaling the stairs, believing I was bleeding profusely.

Hunter's bed was unmade, the curtain to his "hideout" was on the floor, his desk was a disaster, his drawers were open and over flowing with "important stuff." His hats were everywhere.

But then it caught my eye...his lego table was immaculate...

Are you serious...

"Hunter Sheridan Worley..."

"What have you been doing up here?"