I’ve discovered I vacuum the house way less than most of my friends with kids. This doesn’t surprise me, I kind of knew I’d “given up” a little. It’s such a boring job and can be totally undone by the most miniscule piece of food found in the hands of a tiny person. However, yesterday I thought I better do this boring task and made the most of the kids keeping themselves amused on the balcony. Despite having to check on them every 30 seconds to make sure they weren’t halfway down the road, it was nice to get a chance to finish a task without consoling one of them in a fit of tears. When I finished I went out to see what they were actually doing. Oh great. Two pots of herbs totally destroyed, the soil biffed in handfuls all over the landing and stairs and against the house. One pot smashed. And these two, looking this happy. I’ve come to the conclusion that with kids, one way or another, there must be mess.