I have been dealing with sick children for over a week now, and am starting to feel a bit care worn. It's always humbling to be the caregiver, to know that someone is relying on you completely to meet their needs and ease their pain. It's not a time where you can put yourself first or worry about your own needs and wants. It's exhausting and rewarding all at the same time. And it makes you appreciate those little steps that we all take to keep our own sanity in tact.
I really, really love silence. I don't think I quite appreciated how much I love silence until I had three very loud children come into my life. Now I relish in it. I love nothing more than to curl up with a good book and a cup of tea by the fire. It's restorative.
Which is why I have gotten into the habit of waking up at 4:30am, so that I can shower, and sit quietly with a cup of coffee before the hectic pulse of the day begins. Right now everything is still, everything is quiet. It's just me, the cats, and a cup of coffee. Bliss!
(until you hear the footsteps of a four year old coming down the stairs... apparently it is time for the day to begin)