Do you ever get the kids into bed, flop onto the sofa, maybe
probably with a glass of wine, and then eye the surrounding piles of crap and think – what’s the point of tidying it up when it’s just gonna happen again tomorrow?
But as much as you keep telling your brain to shut up, it keeps on chanting…..YOU CAN’T RELAX PROPERLY UNLESS YOU TIDY IT ALL UP NOW!
So you think about sweeping it into a big pile in the corner of the room or chucking it all into the toy box willy nilly.
But hang on, perhaps you should just round up the dinos and deposit them safely into their stables for the night.
And maybe you should quickly reorganise the toy kitchen and pop a fry up on.
Then you need to load up the cars onto their transporter. Make damn sure that you only put the ‘favourites’ in or you will be crying in a corner by 9am.
Come on Mr. Simmonds I know you’ve had a lovely day out but its time to get back to the nursing home now.
Here’s some parcels for you to deliver* first thing tomorrow Pat and Jess (*lose/steal/deface).
The excuse here is that you can’t make stuff like this with a 3 year old and 1 year old on the loose.
Weeeeee. Hang on a minute are you actually just playing with them now? #loveplaymobil
Irresponsible mummy is trying her best to ignore the kids after a heavy night on the all inclusive gin.
Ok nearly done. Has everyone got the right flip flops on? YES!
All I can say is that it’s a bloody good job that no one is into Sylvanian Families.