At about 3pm, when I'd had enough of them and them of me, I sent the children outside to play in the warmth of the summer sun. It didn't take long for them locate the garden hose and turn it up to full.
From the living room windows I barked orders at them demanding that they 'turn off the hose'.
Naturally, the cheeky rat bags promptly ignored me and continued to strip down to their perfect birthday suits whilst gleefully spraying one another, the car, the sand pit and everything in sight.
Their squeals of delight were audible throughout the house and instead of feistily repeating my request, I stopped, paused and enjoyed their enjoyment - grateful for their wilful disobedience and thirst for living on the edge.
For the rest of this summer, i'm going to approach life with a little more child like abandon.
Well played, little people, well played.
Our children really our our best teachers, and us theirs, right?