Today startes badly. La Serpiente came in at a minute past midnight and sleptwalk back to her bed, then came back in at some time between 2 and 4 and wriggled like mad. Destroyer joined in at 5, both of them engaged in a conversation about quokkas and pregnancy at 6, and then everyone overslept until 7:45 and we had to panic rush La Serpiente to school.
Still, my wife had her cast removed today. Her foot is still horribly bruised and swollen and she can’t stand on it, but it’s not broken, so things are not as bad as they could be.
I worked from home, and in between building training materials on statistical significance, taught Destroyer to catch a ball. With 90% confidence.
In the afternoon I went back to the office and used coffee and stress to power through the day. I think I achieved things; i had the kind of mindstate you wouldn’t want to rely on, so I suppose tomorrow I should check my workings and validate that I wasn’t a perfect example of Dunning-Kruger syndrome.
Then this evening, the kids were again intractable; 90 minutes to get Destroyer down. My mind broken, I went out for drinks and hoped I didn’t go loopy.
I went loopy