
I heard the term rage cleaning fairly recently and instantly understood what it entailed because in our house I just call it cleaning. It starts with crumbies. Lots and lots of crumbies that my two little tearaways have strewn across the floor after every meal.
And, let me tell you it doesn't stop at crumbs. When rage cleaning strikes, every crumb on the floor, every crayon mark on the wall, and every sock that didn’t make it into the laundry basket becomes a personal vendetta.