Our cleaners came today.
That's not the special part ... bear with me, I'll get you there.
Normally the night before the cleaners come, I stack all of the toy bins on the couch so that the floor and shelf surfaces are clear and easy to clean. Last night, I was tired and went to bed early.
This morning, Nathan came skipping into our room, warbling a jaunty tune and as I braced myself to not snarl at him (I am not a morning person), he said four little words that completely derailed my morning.
"Mommy, I cleaned up!"
He had skipped out before my brain woke up enough to man the verbal processors. I slowly got up, wondering what on earth he meant by that. I told myself that I wouldn't yell at him if I found he'd dumped a bucket of water on the floor to "mop" or spilled something. I told myself that I would encourage him for being independent.
He came skipping back in and proudly announced it again: "Mommy, I cleaned up."
"What did you clean up, honey?"
"I got everything ready for the cleaners."
I went downstairs with him and, bless his little heart, he had taken all the toy boxes and stacked them on the couch. Not as neatly as I do it but he'd gotten them all up there.
I gave him a big hug and thanked him for helping. I told him he made Mommy's day by being so sweet and helpful.
And now I'll do my best to remember this when he brings my car home with a suspicious dent at 3am in about 10 years.