In the pre wee smas

It’s finally quiet in my little house tonight.

Jack has a hacking cough. It’s phlegmy sounding. He coughs until he gags. He even puts out his little hand as though he might catch anything that flies out… but, thankfully, tonight at least he’s not thrown up. Poor baby has finally fallen asleep with his Daddy in the recliner.

I’ve stayed up listening to Robby snoring and Jack wheezing and tried to concentrate on the pile of projects that have accumulated at work this month.

Outside it’s blustery and cold and Novembery. (Gales and Gordon Lightfoot and all that.)

We had all sorts of plans for tonight– work and niece Maddie’s play and potentially the midnight showing of Twilight (for me anyway) but instead we’ve bunkered down with soup and grilled cheese sandwiches and a miserable little JackRabbit.

And now, hopefully, some sleep for us all.