Cleaning: FAIL

I've been slowly working my way through the house, room by room giving them a deep clean. It's horrible and torturous. Seriously. I hate to clean, so doing a thorough cleaning is one of my least favorite things to do in the world. I hate it more than wearing flat shoes. This past weekend I worked on Indy's room. I've been really slack on keeping it up lately and the dust bunnies had grown into dust elephants. I could have made another dog from all the dog hair I swept up. The toys were scattered hither and yon, crumbs were under the bed and the area rug was gruesome. It took me about 5 hours to clean this room top to bottom, go through his toys and organize the ones we were keeping (this was the bulk of the work). I was horrified. How could I let Indy live like that? Bad, bad, bad Mommy! He came in after I was done (I hid the bag of junky toys that were to be thrown away-where do they all come from? It's like they breed), and looked around. He said it looked a "jillion" times better and that he was sure he could find his toys easier. It made me feel good, but I had to give myself a big fat FAIL on upkeep. Now that it's clean though, I can keep on top of it a little easier. On the plus side, he loves to dust and vacuum, so I may just hand him some cleaning supplies and let him have it.