Whiney, irascible kids going to bed every night at 9pm and waking up at 8.30am. Check.
New school uniforms somewhere in the bedroom chaos. Check.
Mount Washmore erupting in the corner of the living room. Check.
Nothing in the fridge except weird, festy left overs. Check.
Luthier off on a long overdue, excellent boys weekend and, of course, I'm at work tomorrow.
Yes, we are looking good to becoming a well-oiled, getting-to-school machine by Tuesday morning.
The next 16 hours are going to be intense.