2 items. 'What do you need? Something to eat because nursery lunches are the size of a 50p piece? Ok.' 1 item. 'Ok, Orla you need something now because he has something. f a i r e n o u g h!'. 3 items. 'You want the same as her now...grr...great!'. 1 item. Much screaming. 'What's he done? Mummy will be through in a minute'. 1 item. Screamer enters room. 'Ok, I'll go and give him into trouble now'. Re-enter room. 1 item. 'Hamish! Get out of the toilet!!'. Retrieve son from heavily bleached toilet. Stop to look and admire gushingly daughter's lovely elephant picture. Return to room. 2 items. 'He's done what?!' . Go to other room to break up argument over crayons. Start to hang washing on radiator but stop to wipe felt tip pen off sons face applied in the form of make-up. 2 items. Get daughter more juice. Make afternoon bed on sofa for daughter's nap. 1 item. Stop son from breaking little drawer off DVD player and put on Bugs Bunny. 1 item. Move into hallway. 1 item. Pick up the rest of the contents of the washing basket that son has tipped on floor. Help son hang Ninky Nonk fleece on radiator (1 item). Re-pick up contents of washing basket once again tipped on floor. Start to climb stairs. Go back down to break up wrestling match over half-eaten apple. Re-climb stairs. Hang out the rest of the washing ignoring the screams, calls for help, apples, juice, dummies, etc etc etc etc.
And this is why I get nothing done. That and my internet addiction.