Rocking my baby. She's sick with a fever and general mal-content. She's sad and she doesn't know why. She's not sleeping, she's not eating, and she's hot. She wants Mommy and no one else will do. So here I sit, typing one handed, with a toddler on my lap, thumb in her mouth and playing with her ear with her other hand, unwilling to move. It's a fake tree, and I like having the Nativities out. They can stay out for a while longer, because today, I am not getting dressed, not opening the curtains, not doing the dishes and not going anywhere. I am rocking my baby. For this moment in time, I get to be her everything and I really can make it better. That won't be the case forever, so today, she is the only thing on my to-do list.