There's me driving everyone in the house completely nuts, watching them like hawks since I cleaned my carpets.
No you can't have a beer in the living room.
No don't get the blackcurrant, get the apple juice instead.
Watch where you set that.
Put that glass up out of the way.
Do you really need to set the coffee cup right at the edge of the bloody coffee table.
And then I get up off my bum this morning to go to the kitchen, somehow manage to trip over my own two feet and throw half a cup of builder's brew tea all over the carpet.
I'm just glad Chloe wasn't here, because even she would have seen the irony!
I knew I should have went with wood floors.....