Nap time. It will end soon, and the continuation of a haywire week full of teething and green snot and coughing and crying and screaming and puking and cuddling and needing, and, and, and will commence.
Right now: it's quiet. So quiet I can hear an airplane overhead, the hum of the computer as I make next week's menu plan, even Josiah's restless movement on his sheets through the monitor.
Oh, it's been a crazy morning. So hard. Letting this brief, quiet moment feed my soul. Maybe I can carry back some of this peace to my hurting boys.