Sleeping in after cold disturbed night day.
Running to catch up day.
Day of hope, and missed chances and burst bubbles.
Broken gingerbread house and heart.
A few more days of bassoony goodness held out before us.
More phone calls in one day than normal in a month.
And so much undone. Amid maths lessons given and learnt, books unfinished, washing draped about the house, shopping shopped and cooking cooked there’s a disaster of a living room fallen prey to destructor babe and whirlwind tot.
Ah well. You’re nearly done with Monday. Your last twist of orthodontic band escape at bedtime will be dealt with tomorrow. You didn’t quite beat me this week.