It's 18h56 and I am in my pj's, staring at the washing that will not be put away tonight. We just finished dinner, and for the first time today the kids are entertaining themselves. Me? I am drinking wine, which I deserve after this day. It went a little something like this: Woke up at 5h45 to A2 whispering loudly in my ear that it was morning, and she wanted me to do somethibg. What I don't know, my ears were still sleeping. A1 woke up, crying that I have not given her Milo yet. The dog pooped in the hall, which I skillfully dodged in the dark (experience gets you everywhere). I made Milo, put on a show for them and started tidying the kitchen (love the time between 7h and 8h when the kitchen is clean). Between my 1st and 2nd cup of coffee I broke up half a dozen fights. Wanted to start on my 3rd cup of coffee when A1 informed me she was starving. As in, never had food before. Gave her food. She wanted none of it. Made her bacon. She wanted it crispy. Ate it behind my back. Told me it was the dog. A2 wanted soup. Fed it to the dog. Dog was still starving. Now it was 7h30. We have already gone through 2 cans of tomato soup, 1 packet of bacon. Still hungry. I ignore them. We do a full scale fashion show, with paparazzi, the works. That keeps them busy for about 15min. They pile ALL my scarves and jump on them. I allow it. We glue fairies. We paint. We eat. They are still bored. And starving. Not bored or starving enough to not fight. I bath with them. Mostly to keep them on separate ends of the bath. We have dinner. Just after 18h. Wine, my old friend. Laundry - tomorrow. How was your day 10? . . . . . #21dayslater #soudslikeahorrormovie #kindofaccurate #stayhome (at Pretoria, South Africa) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-m2MnFJI9Y/?igshid=1avzc6zcfafbr