Tim and I have been doing a bit of demolition. Because that's what you do before you are about to embark on a family adventure half way around the world. Make a mess and then leave!
Jed loved helping. Especially if it was past his bedtime!
Then we handed over to the professionals. I'm a whizz with a jackhammer, but there were no tears shed (or even a backward glance) when the big guns came in. I'm too busy removing thick coats of dust from two rooms away.
These are everywhere. Now there are no excuses for anyone denying eating my the chocolate stash; I can now identify footprints. I thought I heard my mop starting to groan when I went to use it at the end of the day.
If Eli dashes off when he knows he is supposed to stay within sight of me, I go straight here:
I can't blame him really. Much more fun than doing the washing to the sound of power tools while your eyelashes are coated in dust!