What joys will today’s work bring? Sigh…
Eve woke up as I was going. She was alone in our bed, Jack having got Louise to come to him earlier in the night. It was not one of her better wake ups – probably confused, & because of that a bit mad. As I was headed upstairs to relieve myself on the toilet, I though it a better course of action to try to comfort her instead. She did her ‘I’m mad – don’t touch me’, “no!”. She wanted Mummy, so I let her get off the bed & head down the hall. At the end of the hall she didn’t quite know what to do so turned round to be with a, “daaadee” & arms aloft wanting to be picked up. She did not see that Louise had emerged from their bedroom, until I had picked her up & immediately wanted passing over. All this must have been a tad confusing for her & we went back to our room with her to see if she might calm down. Not really. She now wanted me again, but I really needed to go to the toilet – so I went – much to her consternation… I have to head off for work in a couple of minutes… this, um, has to be done… Much crying & wailing & protestation & I do not have peace. While I sit on the toilet all the noise wakes Jack & he wants to know if Eve has “been sick?”. “No.o.o.o” – Resounds the shout back. Eve is starting to calm down a bit & I give her a cuddle before I go – which upsets her again as she was rather hoping that I would take her downstairs.
So… by the time I get downstairs & leave the house I turn back to see everyone, (Louise, Jack & Eve) at the front window waving me a pyjama bye-bye. Eve seems calmer (not red faced from crying) & she gives me a wave as I head off down the street.

Home from work; it was busy. Marginally less so, but enough to be able to see patterns in the things that were still wrong. Have the odd minute pause between calls… Either that or I am frighteningly getting used to another level of stress.