Sick enough to skip vigorous school

Well, M is still sick enough to skip vigorous school, but well enough to be bored of movies and not to want to take a nap.

K is brushing my hair as I type this; I’m hearing echoes of my own brushing prattle of the last 5 years from her.

B is tip toeing back into full school mode; but his concentration is fuzzy.

I’m actually feeling a bit like I had a break. The house is picked up, the laundry is further along than usual. I’ve finished Ben’s fingerless mitts But I’m not enjoying it because I feel guilty – I don’t actually know for what.

False guilt go away, I never want with you to stay.