First I fried pancakes and Emer refused to eat them, and then I cleared some kitchen surfaces, and then I cleared the floor in the front room, more or less, ish, and then I put away clean laundry, and then I unblocked the toilet - I made Linnea watch me because she blocked it with loo roll and so she has now apologised and perhaps will remember not to do it in future, but impulse control is hard - and I half-dressed the children and dressed myself and tied my hair up because I can't flatten it down (it's scarved away now) and finally shoved the damn kids in front of the bloody television because the house is a PIT OF DESPAIR and I am not coping well with the pain in my, possibly, kidneys, but more likely back muscles or ovaries or something else.

Oh, and I finished assembling dinner and plugged in the slow cooker and put it on.

I really hate fishing around in a toilet. Rubber gloves may be physically germproof but they are not psychically yuckproof.