My youngest is home today, too ill to go to school. (Nothing like a weekend out and about wearing a hoodie in the chilly wet weather- yes the mind of a teenaged boy.) Last night, he was too sick to fall asleep and I left him at midnight watching reruns of Modern Family and trying to sack out. It's day three of whatever ails him and it's time to go see the doctor. It's probably viral and he'll have to ride it out.
Watching him down for the count, craving the comfort of restless slumber, I'm glad my life allows me to take care of him myself. Privilege sometimes appears as the most mundane of things when you know where to find it.