I set my alarm for 6:30 this morning so I could get up and do my pull ups first thing. So when the alarm went off, I switched it off and tried to go back to sleep, until the part of me that says that success is just a lot of small victories and failure is just an accumulation of many tiny defeats got too loud to ignore, and I got up and went to do my exercises.
I’m up to 30 pull ups now, although I’m using a lower bar to do so, which is a lot easier (it took me less than 10 minutes to do 30, whereas before it would take 25 minutes to do 25). When I’m feeling strong enough, I’ll graduate back to the high bar.
This was the start of a rather long day as I was putting the girls to bed, and although I’d had a lot of wine (at an impromptu, but rather late cheese and wine event to celebrate the French victory in this year’s World Cup) I couldn’t sleep while putting them down.
La Serpiente was out cold pretty quick, but Destroyer was still wide awake. In between demanding that I took her out to the toilet, and general wiggling, she began to murmur something at me, which at first sounded like a strange obscenity, until my brain decoded her question: "do sheeps have tails?"
I assured her that they do, wondering why this would keep a three year old up at night, and then she asked me if they had bums. Again, I replied in the affirmative, and then we had a short discussion of the primary sexual characteristics of sheep until I left the room, claiming I needed a tissue. And, to my shame, I never went back.
But then they had made me read Love You Forever, so they deserved to sleep alone.