Coughing comes first. Shuffling down the hallway. “Mommy, I can’t sleep,” he cry-whines. “Sorry, pumpkin,” I soothe, lifting him up to loop back to the kitchen for honey.
Paradigm of a night’s work
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good old home remedy to soothe. 🙂
Hate those night shifts!
Ha! Something similar is happening with my little one as we speak.
Oh, the middle of the night “mommy” in the pitiful voice is the worst. (And the day that follows feels like it has 27 hours in it :))
Ah.a Mum always knows how to soothe-honey in her tone as well as on the spoon:-)Loved this sweet take:-)
Innocent tale of being a mom. 🙂
Mommy to the rescue (:
Oh man, I hate those nights! Great use of the prompt words — I particularly love the last line!
If only colds and the flu slept through the night! This is a sweet, loving response to the prompt.
Thanks for linking up!
too sweet.