The boys box masterpieces...4-year-olds also double as box compactors to make space for more clothes. 
My closet looked nice and organized after all the boxes were packed...that is until the boys started playing with my shoes, and then came down the hangers(and what was left of my clothes) and up went the blue tape zip lines...always a mess, but they laughed the entire time.
The silver lining of a sore back, my stamina and their attention span are just about equal. I was actually really surprised that we got my whole closet done before the natives got restless and my muscles were screaming. Afterwards we came up with a new game called "bedbug monster" where two of us went to "sleep" while the third hid in the closet and then snuck up on the sleeping people and "bit" them. I was desperate to keep two energetic boys busy while resting my back...afterwards we popped popcorn and watched a movie in mommy's room(ok, so they watched, I snoozed...hehe!) In the end, my closet was a heap of tangled hangers, my bed was a mass of messed of blankets and popcorn kernels, and we had a great time without ever leaving mommy and daddy's room!
