a few rare minutes alone

I feel like I should document the fact that I have had five minutes alone with no one crying or fussing or needing me. It is a rarity, and it is just what I need to get me to 4:30 when Tim gets home. Even as I write, I hear Felicity beginning to fuss, and although I would've loved a few more minutes to collect my thoughts and perhaps even note them here on this little space of mine, I'm going to take a big deep breath and go cuddle that little baby of mine. It is so infrequent that we have alone time--just the two of us.

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