I guess it's a two-post sort of day.
My apartment, what I can see of it, resembles a cardboard version of a World War I trench. If I had a whistle and a revolver I would go over the top - anything to avoid unpacking. On my bed are at least 14 boxes of books, and a small bookcase. Needless to say if I don't unpack these tonight, I'll be sleeping on the floor. Or propped in computer corner. Although it's only Wednesday, I'm afraid I've got some Montepulciano.
It was pointed out to me tonight that it's difficult being three years old. It's also difficult being hit and screamed and kicked at by a three year old. I will not express further my thoughts on this; just to say I will continue to reinforce boundaries, and will then give hugs, and will drink wine when I get home.
And haha yes I have the corkscrew now, haha.