As "Queen Mother", I don't often get asked my wishes, but in this case, I will oblige.
(Thank you for giving me the opportunity!)
"Abbara cadabbara, Calamazoo...Let the cleaning of this basement be through!"
And "Poof"...there would be no more boxes of toys or kitchen stuff I can't fit in upstairs.
Gone would be the piles of wrong-season clothes, unshelved books and stray puzzle pieces.
And in it's place would reign order, cleanliness and a room fit for any princess to enter.
Ahh, thanks for the momentary daydream!
Christy