Crisis management

Another rainy day in Sydney, husband sick in bed and I agree to the kids suggestion of painting. Two waters knocked over, full of dirty paint water, 3 meltdowns and paint everywhere, you could imagine it. Paint kept turning up for hours, even after I thought it was all gone, on the odd bit of floor, 2 rooms from where the painting had taken place, in the bathroom, in the kitchen....paint travels well. Maybe I could hire them out to people training in crisis management.
Still at the end of it, Jake declared that he was going to be an Artist when he grows up, so that should be fun. Last night Toby decided to become a vet when reading a book about the jobs that people do.