I come home from work and Alex tells me that he is cleaning his room.

I know I've mentioned the state of disaster his room in previous blog posts.  Referring to it as the black hole.  If he takes something in there, you will never see it again.  Ever.  It's so bad that when he goes off to college and we move a lot of stuff out of there, I tell everyone that we might find Jimmy Hoffa.

Anyway, to hear that he is cleaning his room is quite a shock.  You don't know how many times I tell him to clean his room and it doesn't happen.

As he was heading back up stairs, he said, "Oh, and I'm doing laundry."

I almost passed out.  This never happens!  He never does his laundry.

So, I yelled, "Give me back my son!"