I did stay up for the game on Wednesday night, and it was absolutely worth the loss of sleep. It was an amazing game, one of the best I’ve ever seen, and I’d have been kicking myself forever if I hadn’t watched it live. It was nearly five o’clock in the morning by the time I crawled into bed, and it took me until this morning … well, afternoon … to feel caught up on my sleep.

Today was pretty much a wash in terms of getting anything done, but it felt very good to have a long lie-in without worrying about getting up at a specified time. Tomorrow I think I’m going to take Petra to town for lunch and then the evening undoubtedly will be dedicated to getting the kids back in the swing of early-ish bedtimes after a week off from school. So far the transition from our room to upstairs has been very smooth for Yrsa, but I think some of that has been due to us letting her stay up until she’s practically ready to fall asleep on her feet. I’m a little apprehensive about how it will work out once she has to go to bed and get up at a set time.