I'm seconds from meltdown. They've only been home since half three, and they've been outside most of that. I'm tempted to take photos and post them so you can see quite how BAD a mess they've made......
I feel like kicking the living daylights out of every over-accessorised chunk of pink, dolly or pony related tat that's currently stirred up into the devil's own broth on their bedroom floor.
Why do they DO this. If I have to sort the lego from the polly pocket from the zoo animals from the baby doll bits and pieces one more time, I'm going to, well, come back here and cry.
Rant over. Just had to do something with my hands so I didn't rip Love Cub limb from limb in sheer temper.