this serves only to represent my complete and utter exhaustion at the end of the day. it was all my brain was able to deal with.

carpetbiter2 jumped out of bed at 7.30 and started on the face paints. the sports camp they're at this week gives them a task for the evening and some way of decorating themselves for the following day - crazy hair, odd socks etc. so i sat there in my dressing gown meeting the detailed brief for a pirate face that he was planning. i then suggested we have breakfast but he burst into tears and demanded that his face be cleaned up. i think he's still little enough to lose his sense of self when his face is painted and isn't quite sure that he's still there underneath it all. i was too stressed out about the day to remember to blip him.

dropped the kids off and cleaned and hoovered and tidied and swept and scrubbed and put things in cupboards and threw things away and changed bed linen and couldnt quite stop until i collapsed at 3 pm.

took myself and the kids out of the way and left mr skaterg1rl to his visitors. we played with bessie the dog and watched A do a sing-a-long show. coming home at 7 it seemed cruel to bung them into the bath so they played out til after 9. i then became predictably annoyed that they were still awake so late.

i don't claim it's logical. it's just what happens to my tired brain.