...and all was quiet in the house. The sound of a sleeping three-year-old is more soothing than the call of a whale. Peace and quiet has descended even if only for a brief moment. The rain outside has caused a mini-flood and the wolf is soaked - he has not yet caught on to the idea of having a lair.
Noises of plastic blocks being gathered for another onslaught mean that we are entering round 755 of lone-mother-watching-small-children-while-father-fishes...
Time to find my inner 'whatever she needs me to be'.
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