I left the house. For an hour or so. To get a present for the birthday party Miss M was invited to.
When I came home, my dearest husband was vacuum-cleaning our youngest, muttering traditional Dutch vocabulary, known to reduce stress and break down frustration (i.e. he was cursing but tried to keep it away from the kids).
What happened: While he had been busy putting up an IKEA daybed, my girls had turned to one of those favorite kid's activities: crumbling up packaging material.
Always good for a laugh.
I'm off now...getting some more polystyrene out of miss A's hair.