I’m on the phone telling my boss my ideal return-to-work scenario includes a component of working (with the subtext of said work being completed productively and uninterruptedly (shut.up. it is a word)) from home and I turn around to check on the children:
Cue: gutteral laugh only a two year old is capable of
This would be the wire baskets I had washed down, made cardboard base liners for (and badly cut across one of my knuckles in doing so) and oh.so.neatly. packed with craft materials, colouring-in books, homework materials and so on.
All painted so beautifully.