Hanging on to the rope

I'm hanging onto the rope right now. Life is brewing below me, ready to swallow me up, but I'm determined to keep holding on. It's so busy this time of year - the schedule is crazy and add to that any 'unscheduled' activities and it can throw your day into a tailspin.

I've been watching Tinkerbell and the Lost Treasure for the past three days, holding a 2 year old constantly and attending to her little burned hands. A 'push off' of the fireplace glass on Saturday night had us at the hospital's burn unit on Saturday night and Sunday night, scraping and cleaning her burns. She's been really good, only crying when we change her dressings and wash her poor, raw skin, but she'll just say, "Hand, hurt" and hold her bandaged hands up.

I have many things to do, none of which are getting done, but I don't mind. I've realized lots will slip through the cracks, some important, most not, but I can't resist when she says, "Hold you". So I do, and we watch Tinkerbell again.