I began the morning -- after the usual pleasantries -- with the admonition that since I had a lot of work to do around here this week, The Brothers would need to be helping me out. That means picking up your stuff when you see it needs picking up and sweeping when you see something needs sweeping and feeding the dog without me telling you. Yesterday we went to Target and Oliver begged me to buy a bottle of Febreze. He convinced me that cleaning up The Brothers' room would be infinitely more doable and fun if Febreze was a part of it. I'm the kind of housekeeper who doesn't really clean, per se, but rather organizes and makes very neat piles of stuff, everywhere. I absolutely don't use advanced cleaning products, like Febreze, but I was persuaded. We bought the Febreze, and this morning after my militant admonitions, when I stepped out of the shower I was assaulted by -- what shall I call it? -- a Spring Breeze.
It stinks in here! God, it stinks! I heard Henry shout.
I vacuumed our rug like it was a lawn, Mom! Oliver shouted through the closed door.
And then I Febrezed!
