My wife and La Serpiente have now been away in Tokyo for two days, and Destroyer is now asleep once more, so there’s just two days to go before I can be irresponsible again.
Yesterday, I placated Destroyer’s demands by letting her watch Frozen as much as she wanted. I learned two hard lessons: “as much as she wanted” means “at least twice a day” and most of the first 20 minutes of the film makes me cry. I took her for a walk, she got very angry with me when I refused to let her play in traffic, we went running together, she went to bed without much complaint (although it was at least ten by then so she was exhausted).
Of course, I stayed up too late watching Game of Thrones and so I was a ruin when Destroyer came in at 720am. I was so tired that when I eventually got a coffee (1130) I fell asleep ten minutes later and woke up just after three. But at least we were both fully rested by then.
Meanwhile in Tokyo, my wife had to contend with La Serpiente having some kind of gastric issues that led to having to throw away a set of pyjamas and get the bed cleaned. So nobody was having a very relaxed time. I trooped off to the shops to buy new pyjamas, and cheesy puffs for Destroyer, and then we had to spend half an hour in Hamleys stroking electronic bunnies before we could go home. Oh, and despite my wife filling the freezer with nutritious meals for the rest of us, we dined on fried rice in a Thai Express restaurant. It’s like I’m not even trying.
At home, I gave Destroyer a little bit of TV (Ben and Holly, which I suppose is like Game of Thrones for kids – there’s castles, incompetent kings and magic and stuff) and then another run in the stroller, then a shower and into bed.
What I haven’t mentioned are the less glamourous parts, like the running battle Destroyer and I had in the morning about whether she needed a new nappy or not, and whether she was allowed to jump on her chair or not. I lost an hour of my life to that screaming rage. Or putting her to bed tonight, when she insisted she wanted to sleep on a hardback book, on the floor, rather than on her bed.
But although she wriggled and complained when I tried to leave her room tonight, after I went back in she was down in ten minutes, and I could finally lie on my own bed. Peace at last.
I’ve felt strangely lonely this last day and a half, with only Destroyer to talk to for most of it. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll be less sleepy, and I also have enough interactions with human beings planned, to keep us all on an even keel. And if not, well, there’s just 48 hours until handover…