There are days when I wonder whether this trip was a good idea … and days when I think it was probably a bad idea.
They’re usually the days when the kids didn’t get enough sleep.
Today is the latter kind.
On top of the news that someone broke into our house over the weekend (probably nothing stolen, but we need to do some repairs and I’m not quite sure how, given that we’re on the wrong side of the world), Otto is having another of her monumental tantrums that involve screaming and shrieking at the top of her voice.
This one is because I pointed out that she had paint on her jeans and told her she had to wear her smock if she was going to do painting. She refused, so I confiscated her paints. Cue shrieks.
I would not be surprised if we were kicked out of this flat. That’s how much noise she tries to make.