Weasel Of Doom

Little buggers do NOT want to go to sleep. Writing this paragraph is accompanied by a rhythmic “thump thump” from DemonChild’s room as he rocks himself in the chair, and ear-piercing shrieks from Squeeker’s as he attempts to cry himself hoarse. These are the same children who would fall asleep on their own just a few short weeks ago. I have a distinct feeling the universe is screwing with us :-)

On an unrelated note, all our passports are back with appropriate visas and stamps for the trip to Russia. If the kids are not going to learn how to fall asleep gracefully, annoyed SAS passengers are going to toss me out of the plane without a parachute.