It’s been pretty rough over here, what with sick kids, Michael away, the aforementioned paperwork, and perhaps a sudden realization that I can’t actually manage everything in my schedule. Change is needed, methinks. However, it was a music-filled weekend, Michael is home for a few days, and so things look brighter for now. Probably I should make myself go to bed earlier. (“Should” is always such a loaded word, dontcha think?)
I just had to share a Halia moment.
Yesterday and today Halia has been crying intermittently for “some Molly”, or at least that’s what it sounded like to me. Jade couldn’t translate, and I couldn’t get Halia to say anything clearer than “some Molly”. Frustrating for her, frustrating for me.
Finally, tonight I asked her to show me. She led me to the fridge. (“I’ll bet it’s cheese,” says Michael.) Indeed, she pointed to something in the deli drawer. But she was pointing past the cheese. I opened the drawer and saw…