The kids have had hours to play, eaten breakfast and snacks and the TV has been on for far too long. The house is trashed people!
So grab a bag, or small bin, and walk with me round each room to pick up the rubbish. Just the rubbish now, as if you sit down to sort a corner/one room out you might not make it round the whole house.
Toast crusts, check. Random bits of paper, check. A broken toy, check. Popsicle sticks, check (we’ve been making exploding boomerangs). An elastic band, check.
There: everything is a tiny little bit better. You deserve a coffee.
Still have energy or the need to actually see and maybe hoover the floor? I’ll write about it after my coffee – never get between me and my coffee.