Last night, I woke to one daughter wanting to nurse, another crying from a nightmare, and a son who had somehow wet his bed through his pull-up.
All at the same time.
Which was around 2AM, once I checked my watch.
I haven't had a night of uninterrupted sleep in nearly nine years.
But as much as I want less laundry and more sleep, I know it would come at a cost.
Which is worth more, comforting a child in my arms, or a lifetime of uninterrupted sleep?
After tummies were fed, fears were calmed, and beds were cleaned, all was quiet again.
I settled back into my warm, awaiting bed, hoping to catch a few winks before the next wake-up call.
(then the terrier next door started yipping, but that's another story...)
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