Juggling work life, home life, school work, social, reading, spellings, housework and piles and piles of washing is hard work. Most days I'm literally a tired, hungry and sweaty mess. The girls are in a strict routine which they are very used to and mine and Matts shifts are rarely the same from one week to the next. I have crap piles decoratively dotted all round the house. Some call it clutter, some call it mess. I call it organised chaos. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Today I wasn't working, so morning school run turned into an impromptu costa date with friends and then met matt for his break at work. This quickly led to half of my day at home "cleaning and sorting" infact "eating and drinking and quickly spending money into an early grave". Mollie ate her body weight in fruit and full English by lunchtime. Little piggy. Result of having no lunch dishes. Managed to make all the beds, vacuum upstairs and move the same pile of clean wash...