Good morning. It's 18 here. Brrrrr. I'm up early for an appointment this morning. I woke up to a kitchen that looked like a war went on in it over night. The kids some how make a huge mess after I go to bed and I usually clean it up because I can't stand the chaos of it. This morning it pizzed me off so bad that I left it. Coffee stains on the counter, bread left open sitting out, pan on the stove, sink full of dishes, etc. When I get back home after my appointment if they're not up then I'm waking them up not so nicely and making both of them clean the kitchen. And I have more in store for them as well just for making me mad in the first place. I can't stand for things to be out of order. I may have a cluttered house but all the clutter has it's own place. It makes me feel very out of sorts for things to be messy. I'll admit to being a bit over the top about it too.