I suppose if you have to have a cassette tape stuck in your car stereo, it may as well be Paul Simon. Yes, we have a cassette tape stereo in our car. And yes, true story, I’ve been listening to Paul Simon on repeat for months and months now. There is one line I can’t get out of my head, even when I’m not in the car. It goes like this: “The nearer your destination, the more you’re slip sliding away.” I bring it up not to get you to pity me – although listening to the same music every.single.day is a small torture, even if it is Paul Simon – but because recently I’ve been slip sliding like crazy. I’ve made bad decisions, forgotten to be kind, raised my voice. Lack of sleep is partly to blame.
Anina got some really nasty infection, which resulted in mouth sores, fever, an inability to swallow, and a (very loud) desire to be carried in the carrier (we’ve used this one for years). Asleep for 30 minutes, in the carrier for 10, asleep for 30, carrier for 10, ad nauseum.
There is a lot that happens in the margins, even when you feel that overall your life is good. So don’t be fooled by the pretty pictures – life is definitely not perfect in our house, no matter how many fresh flowers are on the table.
I didn’t snap any pictures of the crying toddler, and of course my main coping mechanism was to go for a walk, so I’m including pictures of the brightest moments of the last couple days.
In case you’re wondering, the bear is staring at a huge moth. And the big purple flower is carnivorous! I saw it while walking by the neighbour’s house. He swears it’s thriving because he empties his bladder on it every morning.
Everyone is doing better this morning, thank goodness. I think the day will shape itself, which is just the way I like it. There is no destination in sight, and – for now – the path is not at all slippery.