And then, when we got back, I said, can you sort that kitchen out?

Because I'm not doing it.

I couldn't, I'm

Such a bad mood, it was tipping me overhead.

And I was like, I can't leave it like.

that.

I've been looking for trying to leave it.

Rub your bloody noses in it.

But the next day, because when they got back, I put everything away.

She was like, oh, are we going to use it?

Because we weren't finished, we were making a banana bread.

I said, well, there was shit everywhere, so I put it away.

And then next day we made another one, and she she put everything away.

Good.

But I said to my mom, I sometimes I just feel like I'm running around after kids.

Why would you leave it like that?

Exactly.

It's not like if it were your own flat and it would just literally your flat, leave it however you want, but obviously you're living there as well.