Eli and the War Zone

Our house declared war on us the day I came home from hospital. And it's a battle we've been fighting everyday since. The worst attacks are when the plates barricade themselves in the sink or when our clothes hijack the washing machine and the tumble dyer. And don't get us started on the soldiers of dust that march their way through every room taking every item we own hostage.

Sundays are normally dedicated to the peace effort. By mid afternoon we have usually restored some sort of calm. But not today. We decided to abort our mission and go toy shopping instead. I DID NOT find this fun!

Mummy and daddy played Christmas songs in the car on the way home to try and appease me. When they began to belt out Ding Dong Merrily on High I begged to be taken back to the war zone!