Even though it’s just 4.53am, my little man is sitting next to me and my day needs to start. He’s sniffling his head off – and loudly objects every time I come near him with a tissue, trying to teach him how to blow his nose. (Understandable, really. His nose hurts. And ‘blowing’, for him, means through his mouth. So he doesn’t get the ‘blowing through the nose’ concept yet.) Which makes for a rather whingy little boy and a very tired Mummy. Oh well.
Thank goodness for God’s strength and mercies and grace then, huh?!
Better go. See you tomorrow!
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