It's days like this that I'm grateful I do everything from home. This cold and flu season has been particularly harsh on our daughter. There hasn't been a week since before break that both girls have gone to school every day. There's no scrambling to get my bases covered on mornings when sickness disrupts the plans. I'm just here. Home base. I feel lucky about that now that both girls are in school. Of course the quiet, work filled days are amazing, but so are these days when someone is home watching cartoons while I get a little work done. Between illness and growing pains, last night was a classically sleepless night of motherhood. You think those are going to end someday, but they just don't. Though, mercifully, they are fewer and farther between than they used to be.
Lack of sleep means two things: great creativity in my writing and a 50/50 chance that tomorrow my amazing creativity will look like a mess rivaling the one in the craft room. It's worth the gamble.
Just sitting is one my mothering tactics when the girls are sick, so I'm looking forward to an afternoon of setting everything aside and reading or watching a movie. Either activity will involve a little excitement and a little mystery for this particular sick daughter, which sounds just right on this beautiful winter day. We had gray, we had snow, and now we have sunshine. Speaking of sunshine, we're gaining several minutes of daylight every day. This year I can imagine that winter is not actually eternal. Perhaps because it started softly toward the end of December instead of like a raging maniac at the beginning of November.
I keep pinning pictures of foxes jumping and diving for their prey. I can't for the life of me get the widget to embed, so here's the link.
It's fascinating me right now. I mean...the height! The verticle-ness! I don't even know if I stand that straight on my feet, and they leap from the ground and come back down vertically. What is that? Amazing.
Anyway. It's sitting time. Me sitting. Fox leaping. I guarantee I won't be sitting as strait as that fox is diving.
Anna Turner is the woman behind Little Hearth. She's an ordained interfaith minister, a writer, a believer in purposeful living and healing, a perpetual student, and a full time feminist mother.