I can feel the chill on my nose and cheeks and compare it to the comfort and warmth of the rest of my body that is under my doona. My six year old has come in and snuggled up to me and fallen back asleep. She’s in her first year of school and she’s tired. I bring her uniform in and get her dressed and then bring her favourite porridge and feed it to her while she’s in my arms under the blankets. It’s a special moment and I wonder if she’ll remember times like this later in life. It doesn’t last long, the boys are poking each other, I’ve asked my nine year old to put his shoes on four times, my ten year old to brush his teeth, there are bumps in my six year old socks and pineapple juice all over the kitchen floor with an increasing amount of footprints. I lose it and two out of three are crying. We regather and we’re all happy as I drop them off at school.
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September 2018
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