Monday morning was tough. I sat with the duvet pulled up to my chin while Jack climbed all over the bed and up the walls. He never stays still; I'm starting to suspect that the nursery feeds him triple espressos twice daily. I was feeling very low and covered my face with my hands and started sobbing. Jack went perfectly still, his fuzzy head turned towards me with a puzzled look on his face. He wriggled over to me, put his head on my chest and wrapped his pudgy arms around me. There he stayed for several minutes, not moving an inch.
And then I discovered, no matter how crappy everything seems, one cuddle from your little boy makes the world a good place again. Coupled with a hug from your husband, of course.