cleaning or something like that

I'm trying to clean. Well I shouldn't say clean so much as straighten up but every time I fold something or put something in its place one of my hurricanes comes thru and destroys it.

I used to hate cleaning when I was childless. Now I think back and realize how quickly I could get things done. And how nicely everything stayed. Why didn't I take advantage of that more!?

Of course life was a lot less interesting and lonely. I mean nobody ever kept me company in the bathroom.