1.  Blur

2.  Breathless

3.  Bliss

A bit of a grind at The Office. Had to go early because of VIP visitors, and then had two hour presentation at lunchtime.  Non stop.  So, didn’t feel I saw very much of Son 1 aged 3 y 10m or Son 2 aged 10m this morning.  Fed Son 2, got him downstairs, posted another spoonful of food in his mouth every time I whirled past his high chair, and then fled upstairs to get ready as soon as I’d packed his lunch.  Then out of the house, waving goodbye to The Man, standing there holding Son 2, and Son 1 running to the gate in his socks to wave back.

Finally after all the action, I was tearing round The Big Town gathering stuff for The Man’s birthday. He rang.  He was busy.  Could I get the boys from nursery.  Er.. no.  Still too much to do left back at The Office.  Fine.  He will have to get them, wait till I’m home and then go back to work.  Then Glamorous 22 year old Graduate (not a student any more) rang. At work in The Happening Town, but feeling unwell.  Came to The Big Town on the bus, and I gave her a lift back to The Town.  Which made me very late indeed.

Feeding Son 2, my mind in a fizzy fit over everything that happened today, and everything I still had to do.  And then… little eyelashes on a pale cheek, the feel of a fat little arm against mine… the size of a little fist compared with my hand, a stroke of the soft downey head… and very slowly I came back to the present.  I always (try to) feed Son 2 to sleep, and then I stand up, and his head flops over to my right shoulder; his sign that he’s ready to go in his cot.  Some nights I can’t get away from him, but tonight he was exhausted after nursery and was comatose when I pulled the cot side up.  And went in to Son 1 for a round of Pumpkin Soup.  The Best You Ever Tasted.