"Mommy, I had a dream you were driving a garbage truck," I hear from the depths of darkness inside my room.
Back to bed after laying down with CJ for one primary song.
Back to bed after another feeding and bouncing Trey back to sleep in the bouncy chair because he woke up sad.
I hear a whisper in my ear. "Mommy, I have a secret for you. Can we go to McDonalds after school?"