I never really put much stock into superstition…until now. Last night the baby slept for many, MANY hours in a row, resulting in me managing to keep my shit together all day today, even while chasing the cat around in the shower trying to hose dog poo off him (you’ve not witnessed an expression that better encompasses rage, shame and fear until you’ve seen a soggy Siamese), as the newly-awoken baby yelled from her cot and the toddler stood with her nose pressed against the outside of the shower door demanding a jellybean for using the potty. I may have even managed a sort of rueful “ah, kids and animals! Whaddaya gonna do?” smile. So you can bet your ass I’m trying to follow the exact same steps as last night to tempt back whatever sleeping sorcery visited our home.