I had a terrible dream last night about Henry, and when I woke up I DID feel relieved it wasn't true, but I also thought nauseatingly of the dream every time I looked at him so it wasn't a "wake up and hug the children" situation, more of a lingering bad/sad feeling.
And I also dreamed I found the perfect cat for us, and so now I'm kind of sad that we can't have that cat.
I've been Very! Busy! recently, and it's making it hard to turn my attention to the children. If they need food or potty help or something practical, it's easier---but if they need to show me a series of magic tricks, or climb on me, or make jokes, or tell me the plot of a TV show, or talk about a series of topics one sentence at a time spaced one minute apart, I'm clenching my teeth and DYING to get back to what I was doing.
I found a trick that helps: I put one hand on the child's back or shoulder, or I hold the child's hand, or pull the child onto my lap, or whatever makes sense for the situation---the gist of it is that I find if I maintain physical contact with the child, it's easier to maintain mental contact.
Life-improving products, part 4 - (Continued from part 1, part 2, and part 3.) Stearns Youth Life Vest (photo from Amazon.com). I’d been too scared to take the kids to any body of water oth...