They tend to suck. I'm not sure why. Probably partly because Geoff's at the dojo most Wednesday nights, probably because it's a day when we don't usually have a lot planned. I end up shouting more after twelve straight hours alone with the kids. Today was better than many Wednesdays, probably owing to the girls sleeping six hours straight for the second night in a row. I won't start counting on it until we're up to five nights.
Today I was mostly lost inside Tigana, trying not to pay attention to the outside world. Oh, and I watched an hour of Parade's End, a miniseries based on a Ford Madox Ford novel. It's good. Not child-friendly, so I kept pausing and redirecting children. I ended up feeling very, "Why are you bothering me when I want to be left alone with books and movies?".
In spite of that, and how many movies they watched, we also played, bought new crayons and markers, read the weirdest fairy tale I've ever read before (from the Reader's Digest World's Best Fairy Tales collection, which is good and I like it), about a horned goat. Who threatened to eat everyone and went to war with some other animals. There's also massages and mosquito fat. Apparently it's a Polish traditional tale. And we read a Brothers Grimm and Billy Beg and his Bull. Those were less like being on bad drugs.
Because I was reading frantically all day dinner was melted cheese on homemade bread. This was completely thrilling for the kids and Nat praised me repeatedly for the lack of vegetables. Hi ho.
It's now eight-thirty, I made Nutella ice cream earlier, and I have sour cherry brownies in the oven. The timer just went off. I think if I read more than three hundred pages today I'll be too wound up to sleep, so I'll probably watch more Parade while eating brownies and ice cream. And maybe finish Tigana tomorrow.