Nothing is sacred

I have been quiet, but right now I need a quick vent so please allow me that.

One of the first rules of parenting is that if it is special, lock it away in your highest cupboard. I didn't, and my lovely knit pros, with a half knitted jumper on them, have been snapped by Happy feet. I was building a Lego house with Lightning and turned round to find my knitting bag strewn across the floor and my lovely needles that the husband bought for my 30th broken. So I am ranting here so I don't explode! On the plus side at least the jumper survived.

*sigh*