Night

The other night I had a rough night. All of you mothers out there know what I'm talking about. I went to bed about 10:30, falling asleep VERY quickly. My body's really adjusting to this early school thing. At 2:30 I was woken up by Savannah. She was coughing a ton. We got her some medicine and she went right back to sleep. Not so for me. After a half hour in bed with sleep nowhere near my mind I headed downstairs to read. 3:30 I would have been awakened by Lane, but I was still up from the first time. She'd had a bad dream. I sent her upstairs to my bed and told her I'd join her shortly, which I did. At 4:30 I woke up when Andy woke up with a headache and headed downstairs. 5:30 was Willson, who had lost his pacifier. 6:30 was Sid, our cat, who had to go outside. 7:30 was Mason taking a shower. Now, seeing all of this you would think I was complaining. I'm not. I'm putting things in perspective. Given all this, I wouldn't trade a single one of them, yes even the cat. I love my family. They give me peace. They give me love.