More Than Her Fair Share

Little Wawa has been feeling most unhappy these past few days. Yesterday was a challenge for me as my patience began to wear thin and tiredness and frustration showed through beneath. A long bath helped her (and me) for at least as long as she was in it.

Thankfully, she skipped her nap (as she often does) and went to bed early, giving me a chance to finally get our filthy kitchen cleaned and then to get a few meals prepared ahead of time - an economical way to do things if you're short of time and can manage it. A clean kitchen and food in the fridge set us up for an easier day today.

I kept my to do list to a minimum, getting things done in the two or three minutes between tears (Wawa's, not mine...yet). Mostly we took it in turns to sit with her as she attempted to play. As often as we could manage it, someone was there beside her when it all became too much - as it did again and again and again.

We might have to work harder at it on days like today, but it seems vital to get her giggling when we can - getting all those nice happy chemicals swirling about to help soothe her ills, even just a little - to make sure that she remembers, in body and mind that joy is her birthright, even on the hardest or saddest of days.

She's asleep now and I'm more than ready to join her, dragging Ni along as she clings tenaciously to her beloved laptop (as she does, metaphorically, at least, every night). It was a good day, all things considered. We did our best for our sweet girl. I hope that tomorrow brings a more peaceful day for her, poor babe. She's had far too many days like today in her two years of life - more than her fair share.