I failed to get more than three hours sleep today, partly from jet lag, partly due to stress, and a bit because the children coughed continually from bedtime until sunrise.
Unsurprisingly, everyone was short tempered today. I think the nadir may have been La Serpiente and I arguing about whether she had to wash her hands before eating snacks or not. That, and some other contrary behaviour meant we didn’t get to go out for ice cream this afternoon like I’d hoped, and she sat on the sofa and wept, or squabble with her sister. So that was nice.
I felt bad all day, but not as bad as I had expected. At least I got a nap from 430 to 530, which I felt a little better after, and then the girls both went straight to sleep at 7 tonight, before it was even dark outside.
This gave me the opportunity to play Blood Bowl (I had let this slip since I went to San Francisco). I managed three games today, and lost 3-0, 5-0 and 2-0, although I have to say that if I hadn’t had such horrendous dice in the last game (I rolled 6 consecutive 1s while trying to pick up the ball, failing each time when I only needed a 2 to succeed) I might have only lost 1-0.
Ah well. Onwards, ever onwards.