Comforting crochet

While things picked up a bit as the week came to a close, the weekend has been hit hard with bugs and viruses. Both Simba and Babi are down with colds and coughs. Babi has whined and suffered throughout the weekend feeling very miserable and sorry for herself. Simba cried through the night and kept us awake, wondering how we could help him, and therefore help ourselves get back to sleep. Babi, when she is unwell, is clingy. When Simba is unwell, he is clingy. And for some strange reason, neither wants to cling to daddy. Only mommy will do. Poor, exhausted mommy. Who would gladly be loved second best just this once. 

So we've been home, all other plans cancelled. Plonked on the sofa watching mind numbing telly. Thank goodness for crochet. It soothes, comforts, and reminds me that even on days like these when the kids make you wish you hadn't gotten out of bed, there are things of beauty and function to be enjoyed, savoured. The familiar rhythem of the crochet hook soothes disturbed nerves, like the company of an old friend. Like a warm cup of tea on a cold winter afternoon. Like the hum of the clock - friendly, constant. 

I see loads more reliance on crochet in the near future - doubt the kids will be going to school tomorrow. Thank god for small mercies. 😀