
Your house is a zoo - literally. It's not just the dog, the cat, the three hamsters and the goldfish, heck, they're downright neat compared to the human animals inhabiting your humble abode - three kids and a mate. You come home at night and all you see is mess, mess, mess. Everywhere clothes strewn, half-empty glasses, plates with sticky something stuck to them, books, papers, chewed pencils, DVDs, game-boys, nothing in its place, except your children and spouse who are everywhere in the place, making yet more - mess. You barely set down your things before gathering armloads of displaced belongings, and endeavor to restore some small measure of order to your chaotic universe.By the time you sit down to dinner, you're frazzled, even more worn out than when you came home from a strenuous day at work, and little in the mood for conversation or liveliness. You scarcely have the energy to mutter "Use your fork, not your fingers," "Milk is for drinking, not for blowing bubbles," or "Quit feeding your brussel sprouts to the dog." Later that night, finally buried in the safety of your bedclothes, when your mate breathes sweet somethings into the crook of your
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