Home and pooped, that's me..
A week of school holidays kept me on my toes. Masses of towels from swimming, a small cluster of cyclones that opened all to doors and spread toys, pencils and other debris from one end of the house to the other. Ravenous pantry/fridge raids, fun, stories, squabbles over the use of the computer, walks through the local parkland, then all too quickly . . School.
Getting them up, fed and dressed, lunches packed, bags packed. Dropping 2 off at two separate schools and one to kindy, then doing it all over again in the afternoon.
I have walked and driven miles, cooked lots, tidied up continuously, washed, vacuumed and found 'lost' things.
Phew! I don't remember caring for billy-lids being so much hard work when I was younger.