I got up and got the kids their cereal at about 6am this morning and I climbed back into bed secure in the knowledge that Dora & Diego were on so the kids were going to happily eat and watch tv.
By this stage Brian was already in the shower so I knew he'd be getting ready for work soon so the kids couldn't really get into anything. *Sigh* If only I knew.
Brian woke me at 7am telling me that he's got to go to work and he doesn't have time to clean up and something about eggs. I was still pretty out of it so I didn't really pay too much attention. As he walked out the door the kids came and jumped into bed with me and watched TV while I dozed off and on for another hour or so.
When I finally got up the kids ran down to the lounge and I went to the loo. Liam comes into the ensuite tellling me he's got egg on his hands. Egg? What do you mean egg? I look at his hands and sure enough they're covered in egg white.
So I head down to the lounge only to find this huge monstrosity:
Apparently the excuse for breaking up the eggs everywhere:
"We were making you breakfast."
How can I be angry at that?