After three days of carrying a sick toddler around, 12 hours, and sitting up next to his bed every five minutes, the other 12 hours, I declare my spine rather crooked.
When I travel for the weekend, my husband has a ball with the kids - outings, restaurants, cafes and all. And the one time he's away for the weekend, I have sleet, a toddler with 40 fever, and two girls to entertain. Oh, did I mention work to do in the evenings, which I didn't get done, because if you add up the 12 and 12, I didn't have even three minutes for myself during the past three days.
But nothing, nothing, nothing beats the feeling of having this warm, little creature sleep in my arms, because he feels bad but knows that I am there. And we had a blast nonetheless, with Christmas cake and cookies, cinnamon roles, dancing, singing and reading - and lots and lots of drawing and crafting.
Sometimes, when you just have to function - and not achieve - life is filled with simplicity and ease.
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