all you newbie parents take your most treasured items and throw them one by one of a cliff edge chanting...it doesn't matter, its only stuff, i love my children. zen.
i come down stairs this morning, barefoot and step on my grandmothers opal ring on the kitchen floor minus opal.
walk into the sitting room to have a little conversation with dd, to find ds climbing along windowsill knocking over a glass reed diffuser...broken glass and stinky room freshner now spilt on sofa/carpet/curtains.
back into kitchen for tea and valium/gin . notice kitchen scales on work top with biro jammed into the back....why the heck did they do that, its just so random.
i give up, there is nothing left, they have destroyed everything.