Most mornings, Mary makes her way into our bed between 5 and 6 am. Sometimes she goes back to sleep, sometimes not.
Some mornings, like this morning, she comes in much, much earlier. I don’t kow what time she came in, but around 430 am, Fritz came in because he had heard screaming outside. Bill got him back into bed and assured him he likely heard a possum and/or cats fighting.
When he came back to our bed, he commented on Mary’s ragged snoring, which I was desperately trying to ignore. I scooped her up to take her back to her bed.
“Oh, no, she’s fine,” he said. He hadn’t meant for me to have to get up.
“No, she’s driving me crazy,” I said.
I carried the girl, still snoring, back into her room. As I gently set her down, her eyes opened.
“No,” she begged, “I won’t drive you crazy, Mom.”
I smiled, kissed her, and then took her hand and led her back to our room.