It was a race against time. Every bite of food into his mouth was a second off the clock as I hurried around the kitchen. Sweeping, mopping (with my beloved Shark), throwing a load into the dishwasher, scrubbing the table, wiping the counters, picking up toys, running everything that belonged upstairs up the stairs…. *phew*

And now, for a moment at least, my kitchen is clean.”Take a picture, it will last longer.” That’s exactly what I did.

Now if only I had time to read the magazines laid out on the cart...