Sick days...

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Miss T wanted to sleep with me last night so I know she must be feeling r-e-a-l-l-y unwell as she had declined my offers thus far. I thought a week of each of the kiddies sleeping with me would suit but in the past she thought that was 'er, no thanks'. A kind but definite decline of my invitation. So last might I made her have a bath, new pyjamas, a slather of Vicks and into bed. Medicine, water, tissues, rubbish bin, tucked her in... All set.

What do you do when yours are ill? My mother used to change our beds and our pyjamas after we had a bath. She always told us we would feel better even though it was such a chore to have a bath when you are not feeling well. But you know, once tucked in we did feel better. Always. Do you ever look back on your childhood with adult eyes? Do you consciously take the good parts and consciously not take your un-favourite bits into your family life? This is one tradition I take.  To me it means love, security and comfort. Do you know what I mean about consciously looking at your family life with adult eyes? I spoke about it here some time ago.

Now, a promise. This blog is meant to be a bit deep now and then, to get you thinking about yourselves more and to remind you to take care of yourself. Of late I have been a little untrue to my original goal, maybe a little superficial at times. So, I promise to balance deep with superficial. Oh, did I tell you I am nearly finished my course? And my teacher said of my submitted work that it was of 'a very high standard'. Stoked really to receive such praise. I do like learning. Hmmm, maybe another course after this? Who knows.

Ciao for now...