When all thats left is jello and candles

The clouds in the house were dark yesterday. The moods quick to ignite. The toys seemed not as colourful nor as exciting as they usually are. The food and the books were bland. There was tempers and throwing of things. A baby who needed to sleep and refused. A little boy who has been thrown off since coming home from holidays.



A little boy who can be so charming one moment and have such tempers the next. An older little girl pretending to have an ache, crying out for attention. And on days like this sometimes all you can do is light a candle, turn on the music and make jello. And listen to the little laughter that moments ago was tears. The laughter at the way the jello bounces on a spoon and swishes in a mouth. Sometimes a day needs to be restarted and a slate wiped clean, not once but twice. And sometimes all it takes is jello to re-start a cloudy day.