It started with a rotten egg

..no, I lie. But it sounded better than 'it started when a child pulled out eight toy boxes'. That's where it really started. I was just in the process of explaining that this was not okay when, ironically, his Occupational Therapist called to see how he was doing. (Let's just say the call was cut short when he started throwing toys around).

So, we did a prompt clean away of toys as a family and I put lunch on. With an egg cracked for each child on the grill I thought about cracking one for myself (which is an unusual thing for me to eat). Clearly, eggs are something I am not meant to be consumed as that fourth egg was rotten and it was a mad dash to get it off the grill before it contaminated the other eggs. (Fried rotten egg smells totally disgusting for the record). I felt ill.

Well, the kid's eggs got away unscathed and were plated with rice and vegetables. It was ready to serve when I found that another child had found store-bought tomato sauce (that did not belong to us) and had managed to spill it from the entranceway, through the formal lounge across the carpet runner and up the stairs including pouring it onto the wall and splashing it on doors also. What a mess!

It was a day I had dedicated to getting the house clean that turned into a day dedicated to not letting the house become any more untidy than it was at the end of the day. Thankfully, with the changing of the goal posts I survived the day.