The biggest fell and hurt herself earlier and all she wanted was for me to sit and cuddle her, of course I instantly went to her and sat and cuddled my baby... But then running through my head was the hundred other things I knew I had to get done this evening.. I still sat and cuddled.. I could see my coursework waiting, the clothes that needed sorting, the washing up.. It all went Into a blur, the littlest came to join our cuddle and I just sat there thinking what does it even matter? The most amazing people in my life are sitting right here, they need me almost as much as I need them... I just need more hours in the day.
Does anyone else feel this way?