Carnage on the dance floor.....

.....Or in our case, the living room floor (I like to think it is occasionally used as a dance floor, but sadly this is few and far between these days!).

I decided to tidy the boys' toys. You know, properly. Have the train set all in one place and not have it mixed up with a few cars, a random bath toy, a tamberine and maybe an odd sock as well for good measure. Put the cars in one drawer rather than have a few cars in every storage place in the house. Maybe even put away the toys that both boys have grown out of. A proper clear-your-head sort of tidy. It should take me about half an hour I figured optimistically. Mmmmm. Yeah. Right.

The toddler was at nursery and the baby was with me so I thought I was relatively free from mischevious hands, but every time I put anything anywhere he would scurry along behind me and move everything around again. He can only crawl, but boy can he crawl fast now! And he can demolish a tidy pile like a pro.

I emptied all the toys into the middle of the floor (and I mean all of them - it took me half an hour to just find them from all over the house), the ones they play with every day, treasured baby gifts, silly freebies from magazines, the whole lot. The baby thought all his christmases had come at once! But then I was committed - I couldn't exactly leave them there. As you can see, it was chaos!

 To cut a long story short it took me all day. I'm not sure I'll be undertaking another full scale tidy like that in a hurry!