So yes, Izabel was up at 5 am, all fresh and perky, ready to watch Shrek for the umpteenth time. She fell asleep right after 6.30, I crashed, too, only to wake up two hours later, slightly dizzy and confused on our living room sofa. Matthias came in around 9, and we all joined the club of the sleepless, the grumpy, woke up on the wrong side of the bed people. Until about 10, when I bit my lips, showered and dressed all of us, biked to kindergarten and said good bye. On the way home I stopped at the supermarket and bought black currants, Greek yoghurt and passion fruit. And now: on to something totally different, if you catch my drift.