Today I parented at my brilliant best. No frustration. No yelling. Lots of cuddling and kisses and never once experiencing the caged-animal panic of “what have I gotten myself into?”

I guess it helped that Peanut’s fever was over 103 all day and he took five naps, all draped across me, trusting, sweaty, and vulnerable. Poor sweet Peanut. Hope you feel better tomorrow.