For this week’s sleep-is-for-the-weak writing workshop, I wanted to write about one moment of simple, profound pleasure. But I couldn’t think of any. None that didn’t involve food anyway. And writing about food is like writing about sex. No matter how good a writer you are, people would rather be doing it than reading about it. Plus there are no words to describe the wonders of garlic. So I wrote something else then deleted it. There’ve been enough rants on my blog lately.
Here are some small mercies instead. The eagerly awaited local play area finally opened and Jake loved the maze. Also, he ate an entire apple at nursery. (At home he spits it out). And at naptime, he ran downstairs crying but came back again, albeit with some Tupperware. I stayed calm. He fidgeted, then asked for cuggles and fell asleep quickly, in my arms.