A good day
8 August 2021 | 3 years | 18 months
A good day. Scared to jinx it by putting it into words. Scared almost to interrupt the flow and consistency of bad days. Scared to give myself inadvertent hope that the bad days are done. When really there is no such destination there is only the journey, the day to day and no grand finale.
This weekend, one in lockdown as seems to be the norm for Victoria, we could not go anywhere. Each night lochie slept in his cot and interrupted me at night up to 4 times climbing into my bed so I had to carry him back to his cot. This is a regular occurrence so my sleep is interrupted. And therefore this weekend Don and I took turns resting. Aka I rested and he looked after the kids.
And so yesterday morning and today I boobed Jono upon his waking at 715am, changed a nappy or two to then went back to bed until 11 or 12, waking up in time to put Jono down for his lunchtime nap and to hang out with lochie, a quiet and calm Lochie, since this used to be his sleep time and his body is still quiet during this hour, and since Jono is not annoying him or fighting for attention. I cooked, cleaned, played with one kid then the other.
In the afternoon, once I had both of them in my care, they were both almost entirely without tears. Jono has learned to be intimate and a lap cat, and often comes over just to give me a cuddle or a kiss (aka open mouth bite on my chin.)
They ate and played and ate and watched a lot of TV and iPad and played and ate some more and cuddled and laughed and then we played in the park playground and had dinner at home and had desserts and treats and packets and water. And I chatted with Don and browsed my phone and the kids played. I made Lochie a crane truck using fire trucks, sticks and sticky tape and he couldn’t get enough of that.
We ate apples and white chocolate cranberry muffins that I baked and then both kids ran around chasing each other with so much loud laughter and screams that the world stood still. It was precious and I didn’t have my phone on me to record it and anyway I was too scared to rise and interrupt the moment. It was ideallic.
Don put Jono to sleep, no tears, and I put Lochie down. No cries, no fighting sleep. Just cuddly small shampoo smelling heads and tiny hands. And it was a 10/10 weekend.
Really, it was as good as it gets.
