I sat down and started to do my writing today, but life had other plans, much more important plans. My youngest woke up, she’s not feeling very well. I am spending time cuddling her, when she will let me. I adore her, but she doesn’t let me cuddle her much, so I am enjoying the fact that she will let me comfort her.
My oldest daughter is happily sleeping, comfortable in her own bed and it looks like it’s going to be a long night with a sick child demanding attention from every adult in the house.