This week it was Viola-Kid's birthday. He got an X-box, which he's delighted with - but he's not letting his brothers near it. The shouting and arguments are driving us demented. No-one said parenting was easy, but does it have to be so HARD? Sometimes I feel as though I'm his least favourite person in the world.
I'm so tired! I've given four presentations in three weeks, in Canterbury, Plockton and Glasgow. Today I gave the last two of them. They all went well, and I got good feedback.
I'm sad. After a good day talking about research with kindred spirits, I should be feeling up-beat. Instead, I'm knackered and depressed.
It's Viola-Kid's birthday treat tomorrow. I hope I at least get that right! Wish me luck.