While I am cleaning up the carnage cornflakes after breakfast they are getting every single shoe of every single family member out of the shoe cupboard.
While I tidy away the shoes they make like andrex puppies with the loo roll.
I rewind the loo roll (and fish the rubber gloves out of the loo) while they thoughtfully decorate the stairs with the contents of my handbag.
I hunt down my credit cards and that fiver I am sure was in there while they 'play dominos'.
I am busy retrieving dominos from the light shade, behind the television, under the sofa, on the curtain pelmet when I hear the soft and sinister sound of the fridge door opening...
Honestly. It's like living with two little gremlins. Savages!
I have turned them loose in the garden in order to drink tea and mumsnet get a jump on the tidying. (Don't worry, we're not in Europe, I'm not so cruel as to turn them out into a freezing November morning.) I can hear them "making soup".
Where's the broom?
And HOW do some people live in relative tidyness?