Asher and Bella were both home sick today. My poor kidlets. They spent all day snuggled up in their pajamas, mostly in front of the fire. They read so much I had to do a library run this afternoon to keep them occupied tomorrow while Simon tries to work and I am in class. There is a lot of playing on the iPad, eating clementines, sipping tea and getting dosed with elderberry syrup (which i ought to have done earlier).
I always feel so conflicted when I have to go to class and they are home sick. I know they are perfectly content and cared for, but part of me still wants to be sitting on the end of a bed or couch with them, feeling foreheads and pushing liquids, and undoubtedly making a nuisance of myself in that comfrotable way mothers do.
It is just one day. And when I come blowing in at three tomorrow, they will look up at me blinking, wondering why I am spinning in so wildly from wherever it is I have gone, and why on earth I brought them a primrose plant.