The cats kept invading Clara and Winton's room last night, forcing open the squeaky door and waking Clara up by sleeping on her feet. Clara kept waking up Winton by screaming that I come remove the cats.
Eventually I shut the cats in the basement.
This morning's tiredness hang-over accentuates other irritants: dog vomit on the kitchen floor; tired children fussing over breakfast; Winton smearing yogurt on his legs; internet down.
And on the dog walk we got busted stealing figs off the tree that overhangs the alley.