Love is a Warm Hand on a Cold Butt Cheek

And this too shall pass, for better or worse.

Photo by Xavier Mouton Photographie on Unsplash

Yesterday my kids drove me crazy. They argued and whined and then I went to bed feeling bad about not playing trucks for long enough and about not making time for a silly game before bed. Instead, I rushed them to their bedrooms so I come back downstairs and cower on the sofa reading scary news headlines on my phone.