I made my way into the dark-ish room and closed the door softly so as not to wake E. It was still easy to see; the late sunsets of summer evenings meant that the light was still poking through the blinds, even though it was close to 8:00 PM. E had fallen asleep almost immediately after T and I had put the kids to bed a half hour earlier. S, though, had begun crying and was standing in her crib when I walked in.
“Mommy?” she asked expectantly, holding out her arms to be picked up.
“No, you’re not getting Mommy,” I answered. Continue reading “Unconventional Lullabyes”
