This is an analogy of course.
You know that week, when you look at your diary and think, holy fuck! How? How am I going to do all this and get child A from party B and child C to party D and get bread and milk into the house?
And your brain is like a logistics headquarters with everything running at five minute intervals to itself and no – your hair isn’t getting washed ‘til Wednesday, no matter what.
And you feel like life is raining down on your head like a blizzard.
And then it rains more because a child gets sick. Which actually causes the sun to shine because suddenly – there is no indoor soccer, she can’t go to the party at that swimming pool in the city (why people, why do parents still hold birthdays there – for the love of God!) and the violin concert that she was playing in on a Monday night is no more.
And while there are other stresses like aforementioned sick child (and don’t get me wrong, I do not for one second wish her ill so that I don’t have to run around like a headless chicken) the whole game changes. And there’s just a little bit of room to breathe.
You get to work from home, quietly. Also clears your head.
And miraculously, it all still works – aside from the other child at school leaving her lunch at home and that your hair is still going to wait til Wednesday for that wash. I found this beautiful saying on the www – which is where all good things reside. Hope this gives you some relief – it certainly spoke to me.
Love and light