Sick days. Again.

Home with sick little bugger. Again. Crap. On several levels. But the again, I should not complain. I have a lot to be grateful for and the times when he's better are quite cosy. :) For example when he's up and happy in front one of his fav movies and I can just sit in the big old lying-down-chair and breathe for a moment. In what is Ebbe's own room nowadays. <3


Those moments are somewhat breathtaking in being in the moment. Not thinking about what I need to do or what I should have done.

Like stolen minutes in between sitting next to a feverish body with wheezing little short breaths singing lullaby after lullaby. In between wiping the floor after he's coughed so hard he throws up. In between making ice cream cones and answering work mail on my mobile at the same time. In between running to the laundry room with soiled sheet. And so on..

In between that. It's a great day. With my little ray of sunshine. <3

Stay bright / Å