Please forgive my lameness. I have been very sick over Christmas, contracting every air borne illness that drifted past my immune system. From sinuses to stomach, I have been through the ringer. On top of that, I am presently anaemic. Working on it.
At any rate, Christmas was still joyous. Mostly everyone else did the work from the 24th onward. This was my first week of relative normalness, and getting back into a routine apparently challenged me more than I understood.
This morning I lay in bed snuggling with Rosebud. She said mom, we should get up now, after quite some time. I don’t want to. I said.
I just want to lay here all day.
It would be so awesome.
NO! She said. We can’t!
Well, it just would be wrong. It wouldn’t be fun. We would get tired of it. We wouldn’t get anything done.
Hmm. While not particularly eloquent, she does have some good points. We get up.
It isn’t awesome. But here I am getting something done. Writing.
Hold your babies tight, my friends. Listen to their wisdom.