Nocturnal House-Keeping

As I lay comatose in the bath tonight I was suddenly awakened by the sound of the hoover. It was my daughter, who had decided to clear the bomb-site which is known as her bedroom , and at the convenient time of 9.30pm. Tidying bedrooms is a job that happens once in a blue moon with my kids, and never without me nagging, so I lay quietly in the bath and did not utter a word. I thought about how when I was a kid my mum would have thrown a fit if I'd decided to do something like that at 9.30pm! Bless her, I totally understand, but I've learnt to take the blessings as they come, being a mum of three, knowing that if I put a halt to my daughter's nocturnal house-keeping antics, the job may not be done until the next blue moon.