Just insight

I felt I had to write this down, because I’m usually sunshine and rainbows, and today I’ve realised I don’t share enough of the struggles too. So here’s a little story time for this evening! I’m not looking for sympathy, I’m used to this, it’s just..insight.
This evening…
8pm …Regi lost it while eating her dinner. One of her (3? 4?) wobbly teeth became very loose and broke into 2 peices. She wanted me to get it out but was too scared to open her mouth. Eventually, maybe an hour later after being in a state of panic over letting me even look, she opened her mouth and I was able to get a small bit out through heart wrenching sobs. The other part of the tooth has stayed in. She was so hungry and was wondering how she was going to eat her noodles? I suggested maybe we chop it up really tiny and then use a very small spoon. I did that and also reheated them for her. But now the ham that she asked for and mixed in didn’t taste right once reheated, so I duly picked out as much tiny chopped ham as possible and fed her the small nibbles of left over noodles off a tiny gold spoon that I have no idea where it came from, but I’m glad we have it.
10pm the noodles are finished and it’s time to do  pyjamas and bed.. I just put the pyjamas on her. We don’t talk about it, we just do it. If I ask then it becomes a battle so we just do it. I now know it’s time to approach brushing teeth which quite frankly I know is not going to happen. Instead, I come up with the idea that I use a gentle tooth cleaning head  to clean up the plaque off her front four teeth, she agrees, on the proviso that I let her pluck out 6 belly hairs per tooth (yes…this is something that I let her do regularly because it works and I have an abundance of belly hairs 藍) and we also do a guess on wordle each time.
10.30, we’ve completed the task. I’m 24 belly hairs lighter. We head to bed, she sits next to me and reads her comic for ten minutes before climbing into bed, but she’d like the weighted blanket, so I lift it on her and she gets snuggled up, but her duvet is only for her feet tonight, so we have to make sure that’s fixed right. I have to lay next to her and hold her hand, and she finally drifts off. 11.15pm I get to come downstairs and eat some dinner myself.

This is normal. This is regular. I don’t feel particularly hard done by. It’s just interesting to put it all down.