Dealing with disappointment.

When it comes to children, working over the holidays and unexpected illness.

I take my three kids away for a week so that my husband can work.

It’s fun; it’s intense. We connect; I long for a sustained period of time alone.

On the train back, my youngest starts to seem ill. He’s getting a temperature. He sleeps on my lap.

That night, back home, I share a bed with him and wake when he wakes; cooling him down, feeding him water, givi…