Over the weekend I spent an enjoyable few hours face painting and chatting to lots of interesting people. As the kids would be a distraction – you trying concentrating on anything with small people going “mummy, mummy, MUMMY” – Hubby was left to fend for himself with the two monsters. Have a gander to what awaited me upon my return to the house:
You can clearly see that the kids had a blast and no doubt imagine the exasperated sinking feeling I got at seeing the same. A self-indulgent snack and cuppa coffee later and I was ready to put my world to rights.
You know what? It took less time than I thought to simply pick up everything off the floor and whiz round with the hoover.
It also helped that the kids weren’t around to ‘help’ and that everything has a specific place to go back to.