I made the bigger mess

Yesterday the girls made the biggest mess ever! They played dress up and it looked like Cinderella's closet had exploded in my house. I have no problem with messes as long as they clean up. After a while I told them that they needed to clean up their mess. ONE HOUR LATER they were still crying and fighting with each other. I finally had had enough of it and grabbed 4 trash bags. I went downstairs and told them I was there to help but we were going to throw everything away so they wouldn't have to worry about cleaning up ever again. They cried, screamed, and mourned the loss of their toys while they watched me put the bags in the trash cans. (I have memories of my parents doing the same thing to us kids). Of course I'm not going to throw the stuff out I just wanted them to see what life would be like for a couple of days without their toys. So last night I was talking to Aaron about it and he's like, "that's gross! Now you have to wash everything because it's been in the trash cans." I thought that I would just Lysol them down but as I walked past the trash cans in the garage this morning I realized that I do need to clean them now. Ahhhhhh....I think I'm the only one that leaned a lesson because today they are getting along just fine with each other and without the toys. Someone remind me to ask God why kids don't come with manuals. I mean everything else in the world does.