Imagine the scene.
A young(ish) Mother's first day with all 3 kidlets all by herself.
The 4 year old gets to school, clean, dressed and on time.
The 3 year old gets to nursery, somewhat clean, dressed and on time, albeit reluctantly.
The Mother delights in her efficiency and arrives home with 2 week old baby in tow feeling like maybe life isn't gonna be the chaotic existence she imagined after all.
She gazes at her sleeping baby and glances at her watch. She has time to quickly overhaul the house and get things all shiny clean and super tidy before the baby needs feeding then she can indulge in uninterrupted baby time before the 3 year old needs collecting.
Until the part where the completely excellent Mother falls over who knows what bashing her head and fracturing her shoulder.
And that, friends, is why I'm never cleaning again.
(I wish I had it caught on camera because that tumble would be truly hilarious to watch I am sure, just saying!)