At least we had that weekend

Time is wisps of spider threads as of late, attacking our hair as we walk or flying off our shoulders with one tenuous attachment.  The last post was sitting in draft for four days as we made our way through tedious house details and a sudden, scary case of the flu or food poisoning (not due to the free burrito, by the way, just in case it crossed your mind!) or some such dread-evil thing.  I figure it's important to document the beauty and the BIG because snow is in the forecast and times they are a changing. 

Last night, completely spent, sitting in bed trying to decompress a little and let sleep in, I decided I wasn't quite tough enough yet on the mothering front.  I'm sure it must get easier, in some ways, to see your little one like that.  Nothing makes me feel quite as vulnerable to the world as illness in my boy.  I'm a warm washcloth comforting, Laundry Queen by day, able to conquer dishes and cuddle in what I hope is just the right way.  When it's over and he's tucked in safely (just the right color and temperature) I am a quivering, sobbing, jellyfish of a mess.  There you have it.  Hopefully we can move on to our latest, greatest book finds, the bean seeds on our window and other joyful, preschooler/Mama minutia quite soon.