Yes, my children really are untidy little shits and over the holiday period they seemed to veer from room to room like two small dusty tornadoes, spewing up and ejecting furniture all over the place. The best I could do was to follow them slowly around the place and observe; whilst gently weeping into my mug of tea and wondering where the hell had I put my slippers.
Thankfully, they are back at school now and so I started on sweeping up the vast amount of paper that had accumulated in all corners. White sheets bent into shapes, full of pictures drawn in vivid colour, with words scrawled, frenetically; stories that desperately needed to come out. I love that they like to write and I will never stop encouraging them but the editing is a pain in the bum. By editing, I mean deciding on what pages to keep and what pages to throw into the orange recycling sack. A method of recycling by the local council that still doesn't entirely convince me.
Usually, as the momentum builds, I tend to become more and more indifferent to what I read. Wolverine has defeated some aliens, yet again. Mummy is the best Mummy in the world, yet again. And ffs, Daddy still has issues with flatulence going on (they really do like drawing pictures of me farting, for some reason).
Blah, blah, blah. I have heard it all before and so on this occasion, I started swooping up everything wholesale.
But then, luckily, I stumbled across this gem, a recipe written by my daughter and whilst I am aware that this is developing into another soppy blog post, I wanted to share it. Not just for the smiles I hope it will raise but as an antidote to all the January healthy eating horlicks that is going on out there.
I for one think that wiping food with a little bit of ice-cream is a great idea.
MiMi - Ha! I am glad you picked up on that ; P