To jump or not to jump? Whether ‘tis nobler to dress and get ready for the day at my own pace - or to race around like a maniac arriving late and puffing, but there. To be present for a child, despite his only informing me the night before of the presentation at school. A one off opportunity. To find out, upon inquiry, that it has already begun… Jump.
To jump or not to jump? Whether ‘tis nobler to stay in bed and let my achingly tired body rest – or to push myself beyond present limits in order to take a child to playgroup. To arrive late and dizzy, but there. Or to carry on as if it were like every other day, keeping quiet and not using the ‘P’ word unless the child should mention it first. To explain that Mummy’s body doesn’t always work properly. There will be playgroup again next week… Not to jump.
Now, your turn…