|My desk (under there somewhere)|
|We started eating at the table in the kitchen|
|This is not as bad as it was (that mug says 'Now Panic and Freak Out')|
|Had to find the kids school shoes in there this morning|
Miss 5 trashed her room
Miss 7 was nearly buried under a book avalanche in her room
The dog started eating dust bunnies (and then spends the next half hour coughing and hacking them back up)
And I had to wear the Bra Of Last Resort out of the house (admittedly I wore it to Woy Woy, so nobody noticed, but still...)
Unsurprisingly my head exploded last Thursday. The result of which is we have invited our cleaners back into this pit of dammnation. They were delighted and wanted to know if I'd had my baby yet (erm, yes). We told them the house had not been cleaned since we last saw them. They thought we were joking.
Still. I need to get this heap tidy before they get here, otherwise they won't be able to see the floor to clean it. I've got until Thursday.
Will I make it?