First time for everything

An empty washing basket. I rock! Or so I thought. Came downstairs to find L literally carving lumps out of the tv screen while the other two sat and watched. Argh, utterly sickening. Shortly after L had her time out on the stairs she wet herself and so the washing basket was filled once more. While mopping the wee M walked into the wardrobe door and gave herself a nice egg on her head. I wont lie, some colourful language was said. If ever there was a sign to leave the domestic bits to someone else, this would be it!