Another week has flown and I review it all with tired bemusement as I sit, feet up, watching children’s cartoons.

I’m tired but content. We’ve had a lovely cough/gastro bug going around that decimated the week for the kids.

Poor Sam, for the first time I can remember she was excited to go to school to be the “special helper” for the week- and missed the entire thing. Even tonight she wanted to go to “Kenzie’s” house, but lay so listlessly on the couch that I said no, and her and Daddy stayed home and snuggled instead.

I remembered almost all of my commitments this week, although finally wished my brother happy birthday tonight, only three days late.

I blame this forgetting on his lack of Facebook, which I rely on to remind me about these things.

I clutch my child tight as he begins to fall asleep on my chest. For now, life is a comfortable rhythm of rush and relax, hurry up and wait.

I’m a creature of habit and I’ve gotten used to hearth and home. Someday it will be quiet and calm, and I’ll miss the noise and confusion, but for now I relish the calm at the end of day, and dream of sleep.

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