Swimming upstream


Today was La Serpiente’s first day back at school, and to adequately prepare for it she woke up at five a.m. and told me she wasn’t tired. I was lying on her floor after I’d had to cajole her back to sleep about 1, so i told her she should sleep and after a few protestations she slumped back to unconsciousness. By then my sleep was already ruined and i woke at seven to a wet day, my sinuses throbbing from the weather and my stomach feeling dubious after running last night and not refuelling. And of course La Serpiente refused to wake until half past seven, and then lollygag like mad all the way to the bus stop. 

Still, we got to school without her doing anything daft like opening her umbrella inside her mouth (two incidents and counting) and then I tottered off to work, feeling ropey. I couldn’t even face drinking coffee today. 

I made a big list of things to do today and got through almost all of them, which was good, but I still had a nagging feeling of disquiet by the end of the day, as if none of the things I’d done had amounted to very much. I’m sure they had. Even little things eventually pile up. But I went home rancid, to find Destroyer in a foul mood, and it was all i could do to not bark at both our recalcitrant kids. Destroyer was mad at finger puppets, mad at paper, mad at chairs and the sky and the air, and she took a long protest to get to bed tonight. 

Though the final joy I extract from today, before I sleep, is that La Serpiente was down in less than half a bear. That’s some balance for Saturday’s daftness. 


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