Today I was outside with the girls saying goodbye to my sister who bought over a delicious monring tea (thanks Lisa!) when Jess took herslf back inside and locked the door. I was knocking and trying to coax her over to open the door when I noticed through the window that she had stuck her hands in the paint palette that Meg had been using earlier.

Yikes – not paint on my about-to-sold walls and carpet! I raced around to the back door, which by the way was hard to do in my slippers, and grabbed her before too much damage had been done. The next thing I know, I turn my back for a second and she has a green texta and is drawing on the wall 🙁

They say that selling your home is the second most traumatic thing in your life, after the death of a partner. I’m thinking they are probably right!

Have a great weekend one and all.