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Don't think I'm not writing. I am writing. You're just not seeing it. I have no fewer than four posts at the draft stage that just aren't coming out of it, because they're not working for one reason or another. Too boring, too uninteresting, too irrelevant, too not-quite-saying-what-I'm-trying-to-say.

I know Mabel is tired today because she's spent an indordinate amount of time rolling round on the floor and chewing on non-food objects. Also because it's only 1.20 and it feels like it should be much later. As early as 9.30 this morning she had installed herself on the sofa with all the cusions, numerous blankets, a bath towel and a dragon doorstop (from IKEA; you probably have one too) and asked me to turn on the TV because she was tiiiiiired.

She's tired because I went to a meeting last night and even though she was well ready to fall asleep at 7pm, because I wasn't there with the magic boobies, she was still wide awake at 8.45 when I got home. She'd had the books, she'd had the stories, she'd been lain down with, she'd been left alone ... she has no idea how to go to sleep without the magic boobies. Not yesterday, anyway, even though she's done it before, and she goes back to sleep in the middle of the night very well these days. (I DIDN'T SAY THAT STOP LOOKING AT ME FATE HERE'S A CHICKEN I SACRIFICED EARLIER.)

It's lovely having Dash back at school now that we're used to it and the homework gets started straight away. I've even cleaned a couple of things and baked a couple of things, so it looks like I'm getting out of my doldrums and back to normal.

It will be even more lovely next week when Mabel is back at school too, at least until the existential angst starts to get me. In between, we have the local Labor Day Festival (that's "festible" to my children) to get through/enjoy, with duties to be discharged for both the nursery school and the elementary school as well as many rides to be ridden on and oh look it's going to be 90 degrees on Saturday. Lovely.

So that's where we are. Where are you?