They've been feeling out of sorts. My patience is wearing thin, though I also feel equal amounts of compassion for their obvious discomfort. Big bags under
their eyes - their bags have luggage of their own. *shakes head*. It's as though there's this fog in their heads. Perhaps it's the cold that they
appear to have caught; it's not easy for them to describe "sinus fog". Alternatively, we've had such stupidly busy months that it could even
be their way of unwinding from the constant coil-like tension. Either way, I was glad when they went to sleep. I am glad that tomorrow will have less schedule
for myself and the youngest, and more playtime for our oldest who goes to an afterschool club on Tuesdays. Our youngest, though he's an interactive kid, is
an introvert. He's definitely not shy, but he needs alone-time to digest/process. Our oldest needs interaction to digest/process. So they'll both get
what they need tomorrow.
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