I think it was in the 2 o'clock hour this morning that I heard our 3-year-old boy peering over my husband's side of the bed. Yes, I could hear him peering. And then I heard him mumbling something about not being able to sleep.
Once again, my husband was gracious even while his sleep was being interrupted. I'm not that gracious, usually even in normal waking hours. That was my one thought before I went back to sleep again.
Then two little faces that should be sleeping peered over my side of the bed. I guess I heard them again because something woke me up. Maybe it was their voices. But maybe it was just their presence. It was 4:36, according to my cell phone that doubles as my alarm clock.
The first words out of my mouth: "You two need to go back to bed." They were scratchy, irritated words. There, again, my lack of grace.
My 5-year-old girl starts in on the story of what's going on. "Ben came into my room." See, we just moved him to his "new" room upstairs. It used to be a guest room, but I thought he was ready. I think he likes being down the hall from his sister now. And while I appreciate him thinking she can help his sleeping woes, I really just wanted them sleeping. Again.
Thankfully, that did happen after I sent them back to their rooms.
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