Here's the Halloween pudding - chocolate cake with cobweb and green icing. Mr Stressy didn't like the green icing (just normal buttercream with food colouring!)
Mornings at our house are manic. Is ours the only home to have mad mornings? Well, I need to re-phrase both those last 2 sentences. My mornings are manic, Mr Stressy and boys have calm mornings.
Alarm goes off at 6.45. I get up and make a cup of tea while Mr Stressy goes back to sleep for 10 mins. I take tea upstairs then head straight back down to make the packed lunches. Mr Stressy has a shower, boys stir bleary eyed and come down to watch TV, raiding the biscuit tin on their way. I empty the washer and hang up the wet washing. Boys shout me to come and watch some funny thing on the telly. Put down wet washing and go to see some inane rubbish on the goggle box. Finish hanging washing up. Empty dishwasher and put pots away. Set up breakfast. Line up lunches ready for collection. Mr Stressy comes downstairs and complains that the condensation on the upstairs windows is very bad and can I please wipe them down as he is far too rushed.
He goes to work. I dry the windows. Eldest son goes into bathroom then heads back downstairs to torment brother. Much yelling and screaming, Peacekeeper Mum rushes downstairs to restore order. Having nearly won the Nobel Peace Prize, it's my turn to use the bathroom. Half way through shower, knock on door - eldest son needs money (don't they always?). Leave the peace of a shower and drip back downstairs to find cash. Dry hair, slap some make up on, get dressed, charge back downstairs, grab breakfast then leave for the relative peace of work.
It is no wonder I often arrive somewhat frazzled. Where am I going wrong? Answers on a postcard please.