I am so jealous of heavy sleepers. Ever since we had kids, I wake up at least twice a night because I hear something.
The kids getting up to go to the bathroom.
The kids’ coughing.
The kids’ sneaking downstairs to rummage through the refrigerator in the middle of the night.
The house creaking.
The resident ghost, Charlie, moving stuff around downstairs (he likes to open and close the silverware drawer for some reason).
Last Friday night I got nine hours of sleep. That’s unheard of for me. Little did I know that it was the universe (or the magical unicorns) preparing me for the days that followed.
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