Evening Antics

Not the kind of behaviour I usually encourage, but I'd just had one of those texts from hubby to say "I'm held up - I'll be late", and all of a sudden the game changed from "lets look for Daddy out of the window" to 'Mummy needs to stay sane for the next x number of hours'. Sofa jumping, pillow-piling and turning-the-living-room-in-to-a-soft-play while Mummy takes photos were the order of the evening. It worked - for about half an hour, then we had a war break out over a hot wheels car and all 3 of us had tantrums. At least we got some fun photos out of it, and the boys burned off some of their pent up energy before bed. I think I am going to have difficulty convincing them that the sofa is not actually for jumping on tomorrow...