Some afternoons I drag the kids off to Kiddy play centres in the vain hope of getting some work done. It normally goes like this:
One or more of them will always ALWAYS
Run off in the parking lot.
Spill their cooldrink.
Twirl madly and send their chips flying.
Climb into the highest point of the indoor jungle gym and shriek that I come get them out.
Beg me to jump on the trampoline.
Break something. Like the roof of the play house.
Fart loudly and claim it. Loudly.
Make the biggest poo EVER.
Pee in their pants.
Cry for sweets just as we leave.
Demand to hold the parking ticket.
and then refuse to give the parking ticket so I can get out of the parking lot whilst 374 cars line up behind us
ps. The girls decided that sleep is for sissies and were awake until 9h30pm. They eventually stopped running up and down the passage giggling like mental asylum residents. Here is a pic of them, awake.