A surprise every day

The above picture is what I saw after church today. This is a picture of my stairs (looks a bit surreal). Notice the debris. Now picture a trail of this debris from the door into the house, through the hall, through the family room, into the kitchen, out of the kitchen and going up the stairs. Into a bedroom. And it's a pretty thick trail (the picture doesn't do it justice). I was the 2nd person (out of 5) out the door this morning so I wasn't sure if this is how my house looked when we left. Now, guess whose room this trail either came out of or went into. If you guessed son #1, #2 or #3 you'd be wrong. Yep, it was the 22 yr old female (who had to work today so did not go to church). I was bit flabbergasted at the audacity of this child of mine to leave the house without noticing the trail she had left! Then, as I was mumbling such things as "wait till she gets home" and "I am NOT cleaning this up!" I noticed that she had left a note. She totally blamed it on her new work shoes (?!) and said she was running late so couldn't clean it up and apologized. Well, I feel better knowing that she noticed it (was worried about the contact prescription for a moment) and that she groveled a bit, if only by note. I vacuumed the downstairs tile; she can have the stairs all to herself when she gets home. Never a dull moment.
Oh, and for those who are wondering about the "Great Sock Battle", this picture is for you.

You may think that son #1 didn't comprehend the directions here, which were pretty clear: Put your initial(s) on your socks.
Well, he thought this request was far, far beneath his dignity. So he forced himself to put a line along the toe seam of each sock. He sees it as a mark of the downtrodden, I see it as a little smiley face. :)
A smiley face that says, "I may not like obeying my mom, but I did it anyway." Every time I'll see his socks I'll have to smile.
Battle report #1: Mom has the upperhand, for now.