Today’s entry will be another interim entry. I had begun writing a content-focused piece for the Collective on letting go in motherhood but I had to let go of continuing it because there are client items to get to. I also must remember to sage my house, today.

We had a small success chez nous – today, I left the room after putting R down for a nap. Since his sleep regression, he’s been falling asleep holding my hand. Today, he managed to do it on his own. There were a few moments where he cried out but he didn’t call mama which is his, “please come be with me,” call. By cried out, I don’t mean he was in anguish or I would have run in there in a heartbeat. I mean he went, “ahhh!” and sat up, then laid back down to self-soothe. He hasn’t moved for a few moments now. I think he’s fallen asleep. It took him less than 15 minutes to fall asleep on his own; when he holds my hand, it often takes thirty (because he talks to me, as well).

I started to read a book to pull me out of a slump and even decided, this will be a book I annotate! It’s called The Paris Bookshop and it’s about Sylvia Beach from Shakespeare and Co.. But when I annotated an “inconsistency” on page 5, I became pretty turned off of the book. It may not challenge the slump, it may very well add to it. I might shift out of this book rather quickly (the writing style isn’t captivating, either).

Though my desire to go out is at level zero, my son continues to ask me: church, church, church – more, circle, wowww, back. (Circle is referencing the stained glass windows.) We visited the cathedral in Geneva on Saturday and, completely in awe, he hasn’t stopped talking about it, since. Who am I to deny a spiritual experience when it is requested? I will have to bring him back to a church; perhaps we will go to the Orthodox church later today.

Planet-wise, what’s going on? This headache-inducing fog is quite terrible. This is where I pause for the day.

xx C

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When I was five, I would have likely responded: a singer like Celine Dion (because it was my dad’s favourite).