I’ll Tell You Why I Don’t Like Mondays…

My three year old keeps telling me he has a snotty nose and needs it wiping approximately every two and a half minutes.
My sixteen month old is like one of those dolls that only stops crying when you pick it up.
I had to pick a dirty vest out of the wash basket because I forgot to put the clean ones to dry.
My youngest set the washing machine on a cycle without any clothes in it.
It started hailstoning about four minutes after we set off on the school run.
My hair is growing outwards, getting frizzier by the second ‘cos I’m rushing and sweating.
My dog did a sloppy poo which she kindly spread out for about a quarter of a mile and couldn’t be properly cleaned up with the best will in the world.
She then nipped my eldest’s leg and made him bleed which I didn’t have time to be sympathetic about so he had to cry as we walked.
We had to get the school gates unlocked by the scary teacher because we were late.
The puppy saved her wee until we got back in the house.
The puppy is chewing and destroying everything in her path.
I haven’t had time for breakfast…

…and it’s not even half nine yet – let’s see what the afternoon brings, I can hardly wait!