So I had a sick-day, which is a pretty serious thing for a Mama to need. Who takes care of the kids if you lie in bed all day? Good question. But luckily there was back-up — a great husband to take little L. for a few hours in the morning, a wonderful neighbor who picked up the big girl from school and of course, the wonderful kids themselves, who made the best of Mama’s strange behavior.
Here are L. and I reading together, an old favorite, Alfie Weather, by Shirley Hughes. Such a great book, for a foggy, rainy, convalescing kind of day. L. was delighted with our “boat” and the game she made up, slapping the covers and rolling to and fro.
But Mama’s favorite part was just a little quiet time, while I read to her in my hoarse voice and she kept one hand on my arm, just in case. Who knew being sick in bed could yield such sweet, sweet moments?