The Most Obnoxious, Repetitive Kid Messes of All Time

I've written about my husband's most irritating household fails, and I've documented some of my own less-than-stellar habits, but really, adult-created messes are nothing compared to the Tasmanian Devil effect children have on a home. Thanks to my boys, I feel like Sisyphus on a daily basis: there goes my (laundry-shaped, LEGO-studded, peanut-butter-encrusted) boulder up the hill ... and here it comes, right back down to where it started.

It's hard to single out the most maddening kid-caused chores, because there are SO VERY MANY OF THEM, but I walked around the house recently snapping pictures of a few things that drive me straight up a wall, every single day of my life. Maybe you'll recognize some of this brain-melting kid clutter -- or maybe your house is Martha-perfect at all hours of the day. (If that's the case, for the love of 409, don't tell me.)
Behold, the most irritating kid messes that eternally plague my house:


Every single night. Every single night.

"Hey, what happened with the toilet paper in here?" "I don't know! I was wiping my butt!"

Sure, the toy box seems like a super place to store dirty laundry and garbage.

This one's not so much of a mess as it is just plain CRAZYMAKING: who takes one bite of a sandwich then wanders away, never to return? Related: do you know how much of my monthly salary goes to 40-ounce jars of Jif?

Oh look what I found in the dryer. AGAIN. The best is when it's a glass marble that's been heated to approximately eleventy billion degrees and it falls out and sears the living bejesus out of my foot.

Speaking of laundry, is anything ever right side out? No. No it is not.

The most exhausting aspect of kid messes is that there's always just ... random crap. Random crap EVERYWHERE. Here have a seat oh sorry let me move that unless you're into Star Wars-themed Fifty Shades ass play?

Seriously. I'm not 100 percent certain what this is -- a Beyblade ripcord? -- but I can tell you this much: IT DOESN'T BELONG ON THE DAMNED MICROWAVE.

I used to make beds every morning, only to see this by midafternoon. Then I said to myself, self? Fuck this shit.

Do any of these messes happen on a regular basis in your house?

Images via Linda Sharps

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