Last Minute Shit

I just got an IM from my dad that he is en route to McCarran. The last few hours of my day have been spent reminding myself how fucking disgusting kids can be, as I swept and cleaned their rooms for them... while they looked on with a mix of fear (that I would at any minute explode and ground them forever) and horror, (as even they didn't know what that bit of wrinkled gross shit was).

Thus far I have found an empty lipstick tube- I have no clue where the lipstick in it went- a metric ton of hardened raisins, an old redi-whip can (WTF?), and the shorn hair of some poor doll who no doubt will spend the rest of her life looking like a cancer patient... I could fill a new sand box with the sand that has fallen from clothes and shoes stuffed in hiding spots so I didn't see them on normal inspections. My collection of empty hangers has returned to normal, as I have gathered back the multitudes the children were hoarding in closets, under beds and behind dressers. There have been enough candy wrappers to convince me that they have been bribing the closet monster with chocolate for years. A library's worth of books that once bought were never read, but instead stuffed with various bit of scrap paper, last year's school work, and some with a sock, just for good measure... speaking of which- I have discovered where the missing socks go once they leave the dryer via divine intervention... they enter some magical warp plain and end up behind toy boxes, book shelves, and desks- wadded into little balls, so they blend in with the dust bunnies.

K2 is gonna be pissed when he comes home and finds he has 5 metric tons of trash and recycling to take out. I am none too happy, either. I thought I had 1 or 2 loads of laundry left... I found 4 more stuffed into the crevices of the little shit's rooms.

There are also 4 distinct areas on the wooden floor with some sort of mystery substance. It is certainly glued there, as I have tried soaking, scrubbing and scraping it up- now I have it soaking with intensely hot water, and I am hoping to find a jack hammer in the store room to remove the shit. I am convinced it is some ethereal substance from the ninth ring of hell sent here to drive me out of my fucking mind.... if I can't get it off the floor, I may make one of the children sit on it to hide it... forever.