Not sleeping

I couldn’t sleep last night, an aggravating state of affairs where I lay wide awake at 3am, cursing my alertness and regularly getting up to settle La Serpiente, who has been beset with nightmares, falling out of bed and plain awkwardness, like when, after I had finally got to sleep about 4, she came in to my room at 6:30 to demand I got up and cuddle her back to sleep. 

Thus my day was less pleasant than usual for a Wednesday, and when I got home from work tonight I wanted only to crawl into bed, not deal with a child almost as tired as me, crying and trying to negotiate her way out of bathtime. 

An iron fist in a velvet glove: we didn’t relent, we had her bathed and clothed by 8 and asleep soon after. Her sister, however, screamed bloody murder until 930, by which point I’d gone for a relaxing ten mile run that turned out to be overambitious in my weakened state. Arms hurt, feet hurt, head hurts. Oh, what sort of life is this?

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