So that's that, then . . .
The holidays are all but over. Back to school. Back to normal.
Back, I'm pleased to say, to a life a little less loud.
I still have The G to look after . . .
But in isolation, with The B confined to the classroom between 8.55am and 3.15pm, she is a character far calmer.
Having them both at home, at the same time, doesn't make for the easiest days, it has to be said. That Bickerfest2013 is at an end is a considerable relief. Like Danny Glover in the Lethal Weapon films, I'm getting too old for this s**t.
To be fair, recent days have been a bit better thanks, in the main, to The B's decision to blow - sorry, invest - all the contents of his money box (this swelled by significant Christmas contributions) on some new Octonauts toys (Gups C and X, Captain Barnacles, Shellington and sea creatures too countless to detail here).
These have kept him occupied from morning until night, including bathtime, when he has enjoyed putting their aquatic credentials to the test.
The G has been spending too, having bought herself six Barbie-style dolls (the first five have been dressed as fairytale princesses, the sixth - as far as I can tell - as a call girl).
Like The B, she is enjoying her latest acquisitions. I suspect I'm going to spend several hours playing dolls in the more peaceful days that lie ahead . . .