Okay, maybe I don't have Sand Regret. But maybe I should.

Thanks so much for your encouragement after yesterday's post. I've always said that I have a great broom, and the children only have one childhood.

Let there be SAND!

Thanks for your suggestions. I forgot to say in yesterday's post that I most certainly DO have a cover for the sandpit - I made extra sure I didn't get the sand before getting the shadecloth to cover it. I still want to make it a more permanent cover rather than a giant piece of shadecloth to toss over the sand, but that will take a long garden stake, twine, chalk, scissors, a sewing machine and some medium-sized pebbles. Or maybe instead of the pebbles, some broomsticks. Or maybe even some occy straps and hooks. I still don't know what's best, but I'm sure that the sewing machine step will have me completely flummoxed.

Flummoxed. There's a word I hadn't expected to use today.

Now another thing - being as much a hater of sand/gravel inside the house as I am, I most certainly filled a bucket with warm soapy water and got the children to wash their feet and hands thoroughly before coming inside.

The sand on the floor was the sand dislodged from:

• little upper arms
• little upper legs
• little knees
• little elbows
• little shirts
• little shorts, and
• inside the little nappy.

Thanks for your suggestions on how to remove sand before the children come inside, but short of setting up a shower just outside the laundry door, there's nothing MORE I could be doing.

Well it's getting dark so here I go to cover up that sandpit! Can't trust Jaz to wake up and do some patrolling if a cat comes along in the night. Apparently can't put a cork in the bum of each and every neighbourhood cat either.