Comforting my child at 5:15 am who was sobbing inconsolably that I left him. He woke me up out of a dream where all the hair came off my head and ended up in my fish tank, along with the phony salmon eggs DH uses to fish.
I describe this dream to my sobbing younger son, who dissolves into laughter at the complete ridiculousness of my dream. I spend the next hour reading the first few chapters of A.A. Milne's Winnie The Pooh to him.
And THAT was how I started my day. I needed to remind myself that there was plenty of good on this rainy Thursday.
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