mess

I am trying very hard to enjoy having my children around for ONE LAST DAY. Although we are having a boring sorty out day. It is all change tomorrow when we have to get up super early for school tomorrow and get out in a hurry with all the relevant kit. That is not good. But then again, I am quite looking forward to normality resuming somewhat. Today has been a mad flurry of homework activity, interspersed with my daughter gagging in the garden whilst having to clean out a flower pot that her friend vomited in the night before, several vain attempts to remove my son's ear piercing which seems well and truly stuck, dealing with a kitten with the shits, sorting out school uniform for tomorrow and consequently HUUUGE piles of washing and trying to deal with my ever increasing pile of admin and outstanding bills. I even added everyone's birthday into my new diary (yes, I still have a paper diary) - when I was a proper married grown up many years ago I started a Birthday Book. I religiously wrote down everyone's birthday and all their relevant offspring's birthdays too. It was a little depressing going through it today. Lots of dead people. Lots of people I don't see anymore owing to them being on my ex-husband's side of the family. Lots of people I have never heard of (worryingly). I have been cleaning and sorting mostly today. I haven't got very far yet. Hardly made a dent. My house has been in utter chaos for two weeks. Many people staying, Xmas, my son's birthday, New Year, a new kitten, TONS of teenagers hanging out all the time - all the usual stuff, but it has amounted to my house looking like this:- The stairs:- My washing pile (and that is just the white wash!!). Thinking I might just burn all the clothes and make them wear wash down plastic sheeting at all times instead:- My teenage son's room which I haven't ventured into all holiday until today. HOW REVOLTING. Will have to spend the next two days searching for the floor and possibly several sleeping teenagers:- Here is our recycling bag with added kitten (no longer allowed to leave the building - we've all become a little too attached and almost even agreed on a name):- Here he is "helping" me take the Xmas tree down today. First time he's dared climbed up that far and then he inevitably got stuck:- Here he is exhausted from all that exertion. Is this the most laid back cat ever? Look at his little feet! (but not at what appears to be my Christmas stomach - I don't remember stuffing a cushion under my jumper prior to the photo, but I might have:- Peace and quiet tomorrow.... I bet I hate it.