Did I mention

My life is not used to small children.
They eat biscuits. (Something we don't usually have in the house.)
They make noise - constantly.
They need to be watched - at all times.

My house is not precious, there's not much to break but bychrist small children can destroy anything and everything.

They are wonderful bundles of joy and laughter (sometimes) but mentally I am more than frazzled.
They are also wrecking my running schedule.
Damn them and their big fat smiles.