Just finally sat down from a fairly ordinary day in our home. Started settling the kids at 6.30 (a 4yo and 9mo), been back and forth with them, and came downstairs to an absolute tip of a house which I have already tidied five times today. Dinner dishes, crumbs and food smears all over, toy explosions, kitchen cupboards emptied, with tins and saucepan lids all over (and I can’t even complain about this, it’s literally the only time when they are occupied enough so I can get a moment to myself); upstairs there’s clothes strewn all over the floor and in the bath a little bonus pressie from the baby in the form of a large turd. After I’ve folded yesterday’s laundry and hung up today’s two loads I’m absolutely spent. I spent whole day yesterday doing the weekly vacuum/change of sheets etc and I feel I’m on a treadmill with absolutely nothing to show for it. And tomorrow will be the same. This is my karma for never helping my poor mother as a teenager isn’t it.