2024 and the Cool Nights of January

I wonder what the tally is of me singing Baa Baa Black Sheep.

“Eh gehn” he mutters to ask me to sing again, almost immediately after finishing the song.

Tonight’s count is 9 and that is just from trying to lull him to sleep.

I did not think of counting the times I sang earlier today.

You know how it is when you want to travel to a new destination or you just recently traveled to a new place, you talk to a friend who has been there and ask everything there is to know. You compare your experience. You try to find tidbits, hacks, and stuff. 

I want that right now; except what I want is to talk about toddler phase of motherhood.

And it’s my Mom who I want to talk about it with. 

Januaries are the hardest. It’s still hard for me to accept that everybody’s lives is inevitably moving forward but yours was left in 2021.

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