That was Ruby.
Ruby is the name we gave our Roomba. In case you were wondering.
I ask her to clean the kitchen floor…and then I forgot that I had left her on for over an hour. She was so quiet. She had escaped in to the playroom. Isn’t that lovely. She read my mind.
Not only does she clean my floors. She reads my mind?
Almost better than having my husband around. Almost.
Ok, back to the playroom.
I did try and pick up the toys a little for you. There are nearly a million toys in this one room and usually he has to have them all out at once.
I try to hide them all with LOTS of storage spaces.
The big ottoman is stuffed FULL of toys. And that colorful toy bin shelf…another one of my type A purchases FULL of trucks and cars.
Did I mention that crazy colored chair is the time out chair. P finds himself sitting there quite often. Good thing it’s comfy. Have you noticed my stripe on the wall yet? I heart that stripe. My dad hates it.
You know. The doors that I can shut when I no longer want to listen to the sound of P beating his drum sticks on the train table.
Anyway. There you have it. The playroom revealed.
This is the cleanest I will probably EVER see this room.