The floor stays like this for much longer than I like to admit in polite company. Crushed crackers make friends with play dough smushed into the floor. Forgotten cups of water, blocks flung far and wide (I bought them from here, they have the periodic table of elements on them and I AM OBSESSED), and other art and craft paraphernalia every which way. Add shoes, a new kitten, toast crumbs and the occasional ikea veggie lurking in the corner, and you have a vista I have become so used to I just step over everything on my way to the sink. And sigh as I hear another cracker crumble underfoot.
The music goes on, the kitchen gets tidied, and before I know it, it’s time to go to bed and face it all again tomorrow.