I bravely agreed to make cakes this morning before school with the Dses aged 8 and 6, ready to ice this afternoon and hide until Sunday for daddy's fathers day surprise breakfast.
Bloody hell. What should have been a quick 15 minutes to mix and 20 in the oven
turned into an more than an hour of trying to allow each child to have an equal go at all the mixing/egg cracking/dolloping/eating the mixture without WW3 breaking out and total annihilation of my kitchen.
I'm exhausted now.