Flying Barrel Of Monkeys

I was working in my craft room/office this evening when MonkeyBoy tried to come in to “help”. My room is usually a hazardous zone, and today was no different. I completed some sewing projects on Sunday and haven’t yet done a carpet sweep to make sure that the pins and needles were all off the floor, so I really didn’t want him in the room. I told him he couldn’t come in because Mommy’s room was too messy. He ran away and I heard him rummaging in his adjacent toy room for something. Next thing I hear is him barreling down the hallway yelling “I clean up Mommy’s room” as he pushes his Tonka front loader. I get the message, dear child. I’ll move cleaning the craft room up to top priority this weekend.