There was an argument happening in our dining room just before bedtime. I couldn’t entirely make out what was happening, but it seemed to be related to a disagreement that Clara and Lydia had earlier in the day which still hadn’t been settled. Andrea seemed to be handling things with the usual grace and balance, but I thought I might stick my head in for a moment to see if I could add any fatherly assistance. I arrived just in time to find Clara rolling her eyes as she waved her tired arms in the air. “Ugh, I can’t!” She groaned. “Can’t what?” I asked. “I can’t love Lydia AND sleep. It will never work. I’ll end up awake all night trying and never…