Coming home with too much on my head, after my second rounds, finding the kitchen floor covered in water, sand and soap was not the welcome I was hoping for.
Two way too busy kids playing outside with loads of foam and water-balloons, and then taking over the kitchen made me have a shut down.
They just did not think. And their timing of not thinking was absolutely wrong.
I was so knocked back by it, that I could not even tell them to clean up the mess.
I so hate sticky things under my feet. Yuck, yuck yuck.
The friend of my youngest did call me an hour after that, to apologise for the mess she made, and for not cleaning it up. Was sweet.
