Advice from a Weetabix throwing Mummy

I did it this morning. The Weetabix had it coming but still what kind of example am I to Littleboy3 and Littleboy6? You could say the carry on of Littleboy3 and 6 started it all, but still. In my defense there's the hormones raging through me from Bump14weeks. Not helped by horrific tonsillitis and disgusting flu. But really couldn't it have been anything but Weetabix? Any child will tell you warm, milky Weetabix can double before your eyes but who knew that when spread across windows, worktops and walls it can triple, even quadruple. I know, I'm awful. But I am now paying the price. Instead of a sick day spent under the duvet most of my morning was spent mopping and Weetabix scraping. Weetabix hacking that should read. It dried in the 10 minutes it took to do the school run. Boohoo poor me! Still on the upside I don't think I'll be forcing Weetabix on the boys for a long time and the trauma of my morning motivated me to write my first ever blog post anywhere, ever. So lesson learnt, throw something if you need to, make it the Cornflakes, better still make it the toast but don't throw the Weetabix.