When the kids are sick and mom doesn’t feel so hot either…
The laundry can wait.
Clean floors will happen another day.
Frozen pizza will do for dinner.
Martha Stewart will be a continual dream.
The TV will be our friend.
Every tear will be accounted for.
Every request will be nurtured.
Every hot cheek will be soothed.
I will nap with my little one because he needs me.
The computer will rest.
And we will all, eventually, be well…
and probably better off than before.