There will be no napping.

The night before last 12 decided to go back to her old attitude of, “meh, who needs sleep?” Well, oddly enough, I do and so does her Dad. We had aggression, we had pinching, we had scratching, we had a rather nasty combination of the pinch-scratch which has given me a rather sweet bruise on the underarm.

Classy work.

Yesterday school was told NOT to let 12 sleep. Usually they are only too keen to send home a note at the end of the day, not so yesterday, which made me wonder.

In the afternoon she wanted to close her eyes, I was horrid. I reminded 12 of the precious night and refused to let her rest. This went over well.

After dinner 11 wanted to do the same. Anyone passing would have thought we were going nuts. Nursery rhymes were sung with varying volumes and degrees of enthusiasm. Somehow we kept her in the land of the conscious, just.

Roll on bedtime.

12 went up OK. She slept just fine. When she did get up to see why we weren’t upstairs it was more or less my bedtime anyway.

Foolishly I was hopeful. You have to be, don’t you? Otherwise what’s the point?

Here I have to make an admission, while Hub had no chance to rest because he had to work, I was at joke yesterday, the couch and I had a little stretches out together time. If it’s any consolation for those who can’t snatch mid-day naps because of work or little kids, I work completely disorientates, sure that the entire day had passed and with the most massive headache.

I won’t be able to do the same today, because yes, last night was also full of up and down and not quite so muttered, “for goodness’ sake lie down and sleep.”

I can feel the bags without looking at in the mirror. I don’t know if there is enough tea in the world to make me feel awake.