The family caught a cold this week. Just a regular, common cold, and I’m still chasing the one-year-old around the living room with a tissue.
I set up an air mattress in the living room and turned it into a camp out, which the kids thought was great. We watched a lot of movies, played a lot of video games, and drank an enormous amount of juice. My husband and I switched off who was in charge, based on who needed a nap the most desperately.
I like my life.
I like throwing a sick party with my children. I like wiping up little noses. I like having a husband I can rely on.
We live in a world where very few people can understand that. There’s a constant push for more more more. I’ve gotten so much criticism for not joining in the rat race, to the point where I don’t bother trying to talk to most others. What I have right now, is good enough to live for no matter what else the world throws at me.
And I don’t want to live in the sort of world where one-year-olds have no one to look after them when they’re sick.