Sunday

Today, I’ve gone full Sunday mode. My eldest child lives in a log cabin built in the garden—don’t ask. I’m all about making things work, so I figured, why not? Well, his room was starting to look like a pit of disaster, so I grabbed my 3-year-old sidekick, and we went in to battle. Two hours, a lot of scrubbing, and a mountain of bin bags later, his room is now the stuff of legends—so good, in fact, I want to move in there myself.

But let me tell you, I’m not happy. The kid is a fucking tramp. Honestly, if there were an Olympic sport for mess-making, he’d be winning gold. We’re talking 17 empty bottles of water and Lucozade (seriously, I'm starting to think maybe he was building a raft?), nine empty cans of fizzy pop, a whole bin full of sweet wrappers, and his laundry basket? FULL, like we don’t own a washing machine. Cobwebs? Yes. Everywhere. It looked like a cave—absolutely gross.

But after a solid two hours of cleaning, scrubbing the floors on my hands and knees (because let’s face it, there’s no dignity left in this process), and dumping what felt like a small landfill, his room is now a thing of beauty. Honestly, I’d move in myself if I could – it’s so tidy I’ve already forgotten what chaos looks like.

And all this when I’d planned to do a million other things! Typical, isn’t it? As if my to-do list was just waiting patiently, and I was about to tick something off it. Nope. Instead, I’ve now got a pristine, clean room that I’d happily sleep in, all while thinking, if only the rest of the house could be this clean. But, you know, that’s a full day’s work, and I’ve done enough for today.

I mean I've still got to 

-Iron uniforms

-Pack school lunches  and 

-Bath the kids

But it just goes to show— sometimes the best Sunday you can have is spent with a lot of elbow grease, fighting the chaos, and tidying up a kid’s cave of horrors. Still, I honestly think I deserve a medal… or at least some peace, which I plan to enjoy now with a very well-earned cuppa.

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