Unlucky

Given the events of the past week I think Friday the thirteenth caught us early. Today was a better day, less grumpy, feeling justified, shower room now clean and working, washing machine delivery rescheduled and happy times at dance class and a trip to the library to make snowflakes and choose new books. At dinner time, A enjoyed eating gnocchi squashed onto her spoon by me and lifted to her mouth and enjoyed herself. Little Miss Independent Eater. Later, A slept while E tried every tactic known to man to avoid sleep. When she finally gave in I tidied, Facetimed with radiant Nat, finished writing Christmas cards and welcomed a jolly Chris home from his work night out.