A quiet house is a dangerous house!

Can you hear water???? Listen carefully ...............................................

We moved into out property in September last year a mere 5 months ago and our little monster has decorated each and every spare piece of wall he could find. Last Monday came the dreaded phone call from the agents "Can we do a house visit?" aaaargh!! Arranged for Friday morning, hubby had to work really hard repainting all of Picasso's drawings! Now let it be said that we have heard , you're too soft we him, you need to have him on the naughty step, hide all the pens (something he does really really well) blah blah blah. I won't smack him, in fact I refuse to but when I shout at him he just comes over to me with his gooey eyes and smothers me in kisses. Seriously I know i'm soft but who could resist???? Anyway it was a mad rush but the walls got painted matched the colour perfectly, well not hard when all the walls are magnolia I think all landlords buy magnolia in bulk supply. and waited for the agent. Visit when really well Picasso was on his best behaviour (for once) showing the lady into his bedroom by the hand (at his age its shocking) . She took pictures, I always get scared by this as being an estate agent before years ago and for years I know the best way to market a property it to have someone in the house and someone that is looking after the property. Please please don't make us move................cunning plan needed to thawt off prospective buyers  for once I feel settled, having lived here before its probably not hard but aaargh hate renting and never knowing how long for :(.
So she came, she went and then hubby went of to work, and then it was quiet............................ and yet why???
and then the sound of running taps but so load as if on top of you!!!

Those are actual pictures from our living room wall and the hallway wall!

Upstairs it looked like a scene from titanic 

So ALL of our towels were used all dealing with the flood, my boys (not little man) were great helping deal with this frantic woman who can't do a lot for herself let alone deal with a flood.

Hubby came home to a dry house and as if nothing happened.

Yesterday hubby went to work again (are you seeing a theme here we all know who wears the trousers in this household then lol)

Picasso was very good for most of the day, had a late nap then woke found his secret stash of pens ................... where!!!!!!!!!

and I just heard my older boy shouting "HARVEY you are soooooooooooo naughty" Oh NO

EVERY wall and i'm not kidding (except the living room because I was in there) every wall he had drawn on artistically hmmmm he redrew on, and seriously i'm not joking because every inch that was painted on has been covered in pen!!
Hubby sent a text just at that moment asking if he was behaving (aaaargh).
I'm now calm but today is another day and hubby is (again) at work.

So as I'm still off work (don't worry being all bright and breezy) i've decided as the doctors can't fix me I'll head down the homeopathic / acupunture route with a splash of yoga or belly dancing. Since me and the ladies went to a gosh can't remeber what type of restaurant anyway I did a belly dance with the lady who was dancing professionally and I loved it. Then my friends brought me a wrap with the bells / jingles on and I just want to get going. My belly is the one place that doesn't hurt, might have difficulty doing the hand movements though as my wrists are turned like an old womans!  and if that doesn't work then it'll be yoga to me again this could go horribly wrong think twister!!
TTFN!!