Sick of the MESS

is me, we have just been upstairs and seen one of our two children has not so
kindly redecorated one of the bedroom walls, with possibly a pencil! Well we found what could be the instrument
of the crime stashed in the bathroom, so am assuming it is a pencil. It has marked a huge expanse of the wall
anyway; sometimes I really wonder WHY we bother decorating in the first place,
all that expense and inconvenience just for the boys to bring their own brand
of distress back to the house…

our sofa is not looking quite as nice and new as it did, the boys have been
bouncing on it, chucking the cushions and jumping behind it… soon it will be as
distressed as the walls (and me, I think I am getting more grey hairs daily!). I have my eye on another sofa I quite like
but I will not indulge my love of comfy seats until the boys have left
home! I seriously cannot cope with
wasting another penny on sorting this house until they head off to university! Surely by then when they come home for
(short) holidays they will be house trained and respectful (or is that a
wishful thinking?), my desire for a sofa from
will have to be on hold!

day I may yet shop at until then I shall dream of
tidy rooms, that smell nice (not of boys smelly socks and damp clothes from the
beach!), tastefully decorated with pretty ornaments (currently ornaments are
free game, considered extra toys for the boys to play with, to be dragged
around and added to action play!). When life is not a constant struggle for space with a million
soft toys and a generous portion of plastic ones I shall have a sofa and house
to be proud of! Until then I will just
be proud of my two scamps… I just need to get to the bottom of who was the
culprit in the incident “the pencil in the bedroom” case! Bets on which one it might have been? They both look quite innocent tucked in here with daddy watching Harry Potter.

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