This morning started with an unexpected knock at the door. Turns out that in my wisdom, I had booked the pest man to come and spray our house. Which would have been great, if only I'd remembered that I'd booked the pest man to come spray our house.
Having someone arrive on your doorstep, ready to go through your house when you are in your pajamas and are in the middle of making muffins for playgroup, the dishes are not washed, the floor is covered in toys, and the house smells like *somebody has just soiled themselves, is akin to having about 5 shots of coffee.
I ever so politely and calmly asked him to do the yard first, and then moved faster than I would have thought possible. Roughly half an hour later, with two shaken children and my house looking like something sad and terrible had been poorly concealed, we collapsed in a heap at playgroup.
And the moral of this story is I **may need to get a bit more organised.
So, how was your morning?
*not me, of course
**and by may I mean most definitely