Home Trashed Home

I am noticing so many things about our house that are trashed. My husband Pat and I are certainly not responsible for the majority of it. HHHHMMMMM could it be the cherubs bent on destruction? Crayons and washable markers taken to a wall do not bother me so much. I can handle the toothpaste in the sink, on the door, smeared on the mirror. It's the broken tv remotes, the broken lamps and lightbulbs, the rotting tile from the tsunamis in the tub, the ripped up couch cushions and the broken bed frames from too many monkeys jumpin on the bed. Nathan is at an age where he just has to pick it up, shake it, break it, climb it and DESTROY it!! Don't worry your pretty little heads about it though because Patrick and I have thought of a solution. We will stay in this heap of a home until all of the kids have gone bye-bye and then we shall build our dreamhouse. When the grandkidlings are in their destructive mode, they will be sent home!