Kids are Gross

I spent the majority of yesterday and today rearranging the kids stuff. Since Rachel refuses, as of late to sleep in her own room, and Brenden seems to encourage her to bunk with him, so no one is lonely nor scared of the dark; we are adapting the rooms into a bedroom and play room set up.
This, of course means sifting thru all the toys they both have to pull out the various junk and broken bits, and sorting them into some kind of system they can understand and comply with... Cars with cars, play kitchen with play kitchen.
The bedroom, the smaller of the two rooms, is filled with various clothing that has been MIA since the early spring, candy wrappers and my missing cups. Despite my best efforts to stop the missions of taking food and hiding it from me in their rooms, I have failed. Now I must pay for that failure by, once again, being grossed out by crusty pudding cups, brick hard half eaten sandwiches, and globs of God-knows-what on the floor holding onto starburst wrappers like super glue.
Every time we do anything like this, we get the pie crust promises that they won't do it again... and they do. We know they will, but for a few days it is nice to delude ourselves into thinking otherwise.
The play room is not fraught with the spoils no two kids under the age of 8 could ever dream of... TV, DVD player, eMac with wireless internet, coloring desk, books, chairs and bean bag, leap pads, trucks and barbies, and a metric ton of stuffed animals.
Now all I have to do is pick some kind of themes for the rooms, so that each one is more unisex. I did her "Powerpuff" room two years ago, and thru my frugal ebay ways, was able to get it all done for about $60.00.
It took me two weeks of scouring the net for all the things I put in there, and another 3 days of painting, sticking, designing, and such to put it all together. Rather nice effect, but it's well past time for a change.
His room- now the bedroom- is all Buzz Lightyear- and I have already decided to go with a more space/celestial theme for that one. Conducive of sleep and dreamy time.
Maybe I should hire myself out as a kids room designer.
I could make a fortune.