Every night before I go to sleep I come to whisper sweet dreams. Its a ritual, you are all the last thing I see before sleep consumes me and the first thing I look at before daylight even has a chance to nudge me awake. I stroke your hair, cover your toes, lay kisses laden…
Sometimes we catch a snap shot moment of some else’s life, today I caught a brief moment of someone else’s love. An elderly lady brushed past me in the shop, her face anxious, her eyes confused. She silently shuffled past me, confused about her. destination, waiting for help.
I stumbled into the house tired, a bit fed up, trying to balance three children and an almost full time job at times can be a little demanding and today I was feeling it.
I have had simply the most delicious weekend.
Parental Happiness is… Exiting the house before 9am without suffering a sore throat from all that shouting. Struggling into a pair of size twelve jeans without a five year old asking why don’t you buy clothes that fit?