La Serpiente greeted me at the door this evening, brandishing a pair of chopsticks that she’s learning to use. She had both a swimming lesson and a music lesson today, so by 6:30 she was brutally tired and manic, alternating bouts of weepiness with demands that we sat with her and read her a book about guinea pigs. Then she cried a bit, and sat at her table singing Japanese songs. As I remarked to my wife, her Japanese singing might seem impressive for an almost-four year old, but it looked like she was reading the words. (Disengage sarcasm now…)
The hue and cry continued. She was too tired for a bath and, forgetting she’d been swimming, I’d told her she didn’t need one tonight. We compromised by giving her a shower while her sister vehemently protested, then put her to bed, where after three stories she rolled over and was out cold in less than a minute.
Destroyer, meanwhile, has figured out door handles and can now exit bedrooms on her own. This is a lifeskill we didn’t really want her to possess just yet. I let my wife put her down, which only took an hour, and then I fetched her an ice cream from the shops while I was out running.
I’m exhausted too though. I didn’t think today was so strenuous, but perhaps it was last night at the track plus a late call when I got home plus only salad for lunch, but I was flat on the bed fighting sleep myself at nine this evening. So much to do, so little time to do it in…