How I do, and I’m not sure quite when it happened but can only assume that it was a gradual process and that it is fuelled by the odds of me achieving order being about the same as my odds of winning a Caribbean cruise. Still one has to hope.
After a busy day working I came home to a house full of kids, husband and dog. There was noise, lots of it and as is usually the case, there had been quite a lot of discussion going on. Older boy wanted to bake, I didn’t want him to as firstly I am trying by damndest to keep the kitchen “nice” at the moment and secondly I am not allowed to eat cake at the moment, so do not need the temptation.
Younger boy and cronies meanwhile escaped to their room to play a make-believe game called families. It was only after the event when I went in his rom to put some washing away that I realised that his teddy was saturated with wee, which had also spread to his duvet. The wee smelt remarkably pungent and I strongly suspect and hope that our increasingly randy dog was the culprit. He is now wondering around like a lost soul looking for another toy to have his way with.
I can only conclude, at the risk of sounding sexist that male mess in all forms spreads further and wider. I imagine that if I had girls it would all be pretty, neat and proud but I have been assured that it’s not always the case. I will just continue on the treadmill to achieve order.
Its Friday night, lets tidy right.