The Little Penguin Pinot Noir, as it happens

My posts are very boring these days. Yesterday's was only rescued from the brink of disaster by some sweeping editing involving deletion of entire paragraphs - and once a paragraph is written, it's my baby; I don't erase willingly - though there is a certain sense of recklessness about removing whole swathes of text that fell from your very fingertips, and a thrill of freedom that comes with it - anyway, point is, sometimes I bore myself in the middle of writing a long and involved post about something that I once thought might be worth telling you about; and then I put it on ice and start something else like this instead.

I've opened the wine. Mabel is asleep early, having sprouted more nap-repelling snot earlier in the day, and B is upstairs putting Monkey to bed early too, since he was almost out in front of the TV half an hour ago. I have no idea why he's so tired, but he was certainly acting like it all afternoon, what with refusing to go to the pet shop and then cowering behind me as we walked to join friends at the playground. (He loosened up a bit after a while, and even was heard to tell somebody's Dad how very fast he is on the roundabout whatsit. He loves making it go faster and faster, but unfortunately we're nearly always there with a posse of two-year-olds who can't be trusted to hold on, when up, or not walk straight into the spinning wheel of doom when down.)

So, nice glass of pinot. It's touch and go as to whether I'll get to eat my chicken quesadilla before Mabel wakes up again - I can hear her coughing right now (how's this for liveblogging - are you on the edge of your seat or what?); on the other hand, if Monkey's doing a poo I could be up and down again with her resettled before B ever makes it to the table. The only casualty would be the quesadillas, which I perhaps optimistically just made and are now getting nice and lukewarm. But I don't want to go ahead and eat mine alone, because when the universe hands you a child-free dinner with your husband and a bottle of red, it's a shame to mess with it.

So that's what I'll be doing. Just sitting here, sipping my wine, waiting to see what happens first.