As I emerge out from under my oldest sons bed. I wonder if there could be more dust collected than this. I push forward with my cleaning though.. holding my breath. With a daughter who seems to epitomize "creative trail of mess and destruction" and a son who is "currently collecting and archiving" what seems to be every piece of Lego to date..I am tempted to throw up my hands and give in.
I can start ..one bed at a time...so today it is A's bed.