Wednesday, 22 September 2010
You things aren't right when little ones collapse in tears over something they'd normally brush off. When you hear that crow-like cry in the dark of the night. When the only thing that will help them sleep is being held in your arms.
At the moment my body is running on caffeine and that energy that miraculously appears in a mum when her child is sick and she hasn't slept in many nights.
Poor little Goosey is home alone with me today while Lil-lil is off at her playgroup/kindy. As I type she's cuddling her rabbit and staring out the window saying "Lil isn't home yet, Mummy."
Hopefully tomorrow is a less snotty day.