Yesterday afternoon I returned home from work to find a very out of sorts and crying little boy anxiously awaiting my return.
It seemed that Charlie was still feeling unwell, even though his nose was no longer running. And an hour of playing at the park with Daddy and his brother earlier in the day had used up what little energy he had.
Although I had major amounts of work to catch up on thanks to a recent database issue that had just been resolved, I knew what I had to do.
I spent the afternoon on the couch with my littlest boy, reading a book and cuddling.
Sometimes the universe sends an unequivocal message to take some time out from the hectic pace of life.
It was just what we both needed.