Doo doo doo do...

Something strange is going on. I am doing housework. I am actually doing it.

We have cleaned out The Middle Man's room (and vacuumed! I don't vacuum!), The Little Man has done his room all by himself and done a fantastic job too! The sheets are off the beds, the washing machine is on her third load, the dishwasher is packed and I am even thinking of cupcakes?

I am confused and overwhelmed. This does not happen to me. Not me. I don't do housework. I have this picture framed in front of me right now... it's been there for years!

"I dreamed my whole house was clean..."

The boys are off playing at neighbouring houses. In our little part, there are a cluster of 6 houses all with boys in them. It is great for them, they get around like a gang, but I have been hesitant to let them be part of it as they tend to get the blunt end of the stick. (Is that a saying, or have I got it all wrong?) But today, they are sOOOOOOO excited as 5 of them are all going to the little corner shop on their scooters to buy a lolly. Wahoo!

Of course, I sit out the front waiting for them to return, checking my watch vigilantly like all 'helicopter parents' do. I guess I am becoming part of this new movement... quite by accident. It's popular in the US apparently : free-ranging your children. Bit scary...