Scrambled Eggs

Well it was another typical day in this house of chaos today. The day started out the same as usual with the kids hanging off me crying as I'm TRYING to drink my morning coffee. At 6:30. No child would dare sleep in past seven o clock in my house. That would make mummy too happy. But better to be drinking my coffee with kids hanging off me than to have no coffee at all I guess. Oh I'm quite the optimist aren't I?!
My mischievous children decided to make scrambled eggs today. And I don't mean the kind you cook in a frypan. I mean the kind that end up smashed all over the floor. Or floors I should say in this case. Twice. I should have learnt my lesson from the first occurence today but silly me thought they wouldn't dare do it again. I was wrong.
You see the thing is that I have an outside laundry. Yes my laundry is outside, completely separate from the house. Which doesn't actually worry me much as, because it's winter and the dirty washing is piling up because of lack of sunshine to dry the clean stuff, I can have as cluttered a laundry as I like and it won't be seen.
The downside is that my kids seem to know when I am headed to the laundry. I don't know how as I try to sneak out the door as quickly and quietly as possible without them seeing me. But they do. And in the one or two minutes I am out there they see it as their chance to do as much damage as possible inside.
So today the eggs copped it. The first time I came back inside (after I swear was less than a minute!) I found the fridge door wide open and there were a couple of eggs smashed on the kitchen floor. That didn't exactly make me happy but at least it was the kitchen floor which is lino and not the carpet, which I was grateful for.
The second time however was worse. This time there was smashed eggs on the carpet in the loungeroom, and whatever eggs weren't smashed had cracks in them and were slowly seeping. Mummy was NOT a happy camper! I took the eggs off the kids and chased Chelsea down the hallway trying to get the block of cheese off her (which now had bite marks all over it) and quickly ran to clean up the mess on the loungeroom floor.
I was PRAYING that the yolk wouldn't stain the carpet. If it was my own home I wouldn't have been praying so hard, but seeing as we rent I was a little worried to say the least. I didn't need stained carpet to go on my reference. Luckily it didn't stain but I wasn't very happy. I then had to change the girls' clothes as they had raw egg all over them and they had been eating it. So that was nearly a dozen eggs wasted.
Now you're probably wondering why I don't have a lock on my fridge right? Well the truth is I have had THREE locks on my fridge but a child lock will only keep a child out for so long. Cameron learnt that instead of trying to open the fridge door and not getting anywhere with it, if he could pull hard enough on the side of the lock then he could rip the whole thing off. I can't seem to win! I haven't bothered buying a fourth lock now since there's no point I'm just hoping he will grow out of the stage where he needs to look in the fridge every 5 minutes!!