If I slit my wrists and bleed out all over this keyboard, do you think it would damage my children permanently?

I was SO excited to get to take a shower today until I came out of my room and the whole upstairs appeared strangely spotless. I foolishly turned to my hard at work (not being sarcastic here) husband and said how nice it was that he cleaned up. He didn't. The 3 year old and the 1 year old did. I got that instant fear of "what have they done". He was so cute and took my hand telling me with much excitement that they had cleaned the upstairs for me. It was hard to be mad even when I saw that they had tossed everything they could find, including two full sock baskets and a framed picture, over the banister.

Then my Visiting Teachers rang the door bell. They were sweet and asked if it was laundry day. Nope, most of those were clean, but I'm not sure which ones. So, yeah, I guess it is laundry day after all, but hey, come on in and I'll try to clear somewhere for you to sit. I'm such a dork.

He's such a little angel!