so very tired but happy

Raising children is a strange and ironic pastime. When Andrew and Kathy left, Claire and I were sitting in darkness in Claire’s room, having a serious conversation about speaking respectfully to your elders, being kind to babies and not eating too much sugar.

Five minutes later she got over being denied a cookie when I offered her… a chopped up carrot. She returned a fiercely disputed scarf and now we’re on the sofa, crunching carrots. As I blog she is working on her maths book.

The other day we passed St Luke’s. Claire said: “That’s the hospital where Julia was born!”

“Yes,” I said. “That was one of the happiest days of my life.”

“That was one of the happiest days of MY life,” said Claire.

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