It feels like the middle of the night, but it can’t be more than an hour or so since we went to bed. I hear my oldest step-son’s Adventures in Odyssey CD still playing. But I also hear crying or moaning; I’m not sure which. And I can’t get my husband awake.
I get up to find my youngest step-son has slept walk into his brother’s room. I shepherd him back to bed and he crawls in and back to sleep without a word. He won’t remember this in the morning.
I head back to bed, tempted to look at my phone for the time. How long was I asleep? How long til I need to get up for work? But instead, I crawl back into bed myself, without even a glance, and pray that I go back to sleep.
I gave up nighttime iPhone checks for Lent.
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