Sometimes the pinata comes first

Our floors are filthy (I was going to write disgusting, but that would be unfair, they're not. Just filthy.)

But...we have been making a pinata,

a felt dragon,

a chocolate dinosaur,

dinner,

and doing the washing.

Sometimes we give up something to get something. A lot of the time. Almost always.

At the moment, despite the arrival of a new vacuum (yippee!), it's the floors that are missing out.

Unassisted by the arrival of new sand in the sandpit and a meal of cous cous for five people last night but as much as it bothers me each time I see the dirt I still walk over it.

I walk over it to get to the children. To get to the washing. To get the camera. To get to the door.
And with birthday preparations in full swing, I walk over it to get to the pinata. To get to the dinosaur. To get to the cake. To get to a cup of tea. 

 I walk over it to get to the other side.