This is #day21.
Over the summer, I am writing a short post about our day. The posts highlight some of our fun times, boring times, and imperfect times.


#Day21

Glands. Swollen. Voice. Gone.
Pain interrupted my night. But, Boy slept until 07:00.

. . . . . Sunlight
. . . . . . . . . . . . streams
. through
. . . . . . . the
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . window.

Daddy makes breakfast. I bury my head under a pillow and close my eyes.

• Sleep
• Comes
• Quickly
• Boy
• Returns
• Quickly

He lays beside me. Glued to my side.
I hear his iPad and drift back to sleep.

Drooling.

Squeals of excitement.
Face covered in drool.
Awake.

Daddy has returned with a hash-brown for Boy. (He’d nipped out for coffee).

Rested, medicated, and caffeinated we plan.

Boy snuggles. He does not leave my side.
The loss of voice worries him.

Anxiety Gremlin sees an opportunity.
Boy makes rules.
With rules and order, Gremlin is contained.

But, we go to a familiar place. It is different. It isn’t the same.
It is wrong and disordered.
Gremlin makes Boy cry out in pain.

We slowly find calm.

Visit the library.
Boy learns Chess.

“I am so good at this game,” he exclaims as a white pawn leaps into the air and demolishes a black knight, bishop, and Queen in one go.

Gremlin retreats.

Today, I was a quiet mummy.
Boy was loud.
Daddy offered equilibrium.

Tomorrow, we go back to Grandma’s. We’ll probably visit the library too.


What games do you play with your children? How do they adapt the rules?

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