I stay up way too late for a lady who has three kids.
And it’s not even necessarily because I’m a night owl.
It’s just that the nighttime affords me a quiet and a stillness that is unreachable and unfathomable during the day.
It’s summer and I awake to a four year old jumping on my bed.
But if it were during the school year, I’d wake to an alarm that goes off far too soon with far too little sleep and the day begins with a flurry of activity.
I think “flurry” is a ridiculous term. More like… “monsoon-y blizzardish hurricane…”
But at night, no one is asking for a snack. And no one wants a story and no one wants to know how to find that show they like on Netflix. And no one is yelling, “Mom! Mama! Mommy!” [Read more…]