Could any of you hear the matching parent-and-child screams coming from The Coffee House that morning? Because I swear I heard the dustbin wagon come partway down the street outside and then back right away again with its reverse alarm beeping in terror.
Today has been much better. Who needs therapy when there's the Marks and Spencer website? I may be back here at the weekend bemoaning the fact that none of the Cotton Rich Stripe Waistband Joggers go anywhere towards fitting my long thin streak of a child, but for now, it's like I lit a whole load of candles and said 'Om' for half an hour.
And then this afternoon Littlest and I cut a box up and made a small room for tiny plastic animals and naked Polly Pockets to play in. Want to see?
If anyone is interested in any of the items within the house, a good deal of them are available from John Lewis, since we chopped up a press pack I got from them back in July. That towel, by the way, which Littlest has used as the backdrop for the clock. (An inspired design touch, you have to agree.) The wallpaper. That lamp. That rug. Other items are from an old Charlie and Lola magazine, so may be a little more difficult to source. We're eclectic that way.
And then at bedtime, Eldest and I had a very lovely, intense conversation which left me utterly breathless at just how fantastic my daughter is turning out to be.
Life is so up, so down. Yesterday the PE kit was the last straw; yet another of the blasted heavy balls tumbling out of the air. I was minded all that day to write a post about how hard it all was and how endless and how miserable, how useless I was at it and how awful my kids were and how it had all Gone Wrong.
Tonight I have two wonderful children and a new cardboard house. And no real conclusions to draw.