Four A.M. Coffee
It's four a.m., and, in a rare convergence, both kids are asleep. When Janette gave me her report at three a.m., she noted bedtimes (my main metric):
"Gabriel didn't fall asleep until one; Hannah about ten-thirty or eleven."
In a fair approximation of Jimmy Newtron, my brain does a Brain Blast. With a minimum of six hours of sleep apiece, both kids are down for most of my nursing shift this morning. I smile and send Janette to bed.
So now I sit, sipping coffee, catching up on others' blogs, reading the news, searching Amazon.com and Ebay for all things Harry Potter for Gabriel, checking up on Hannah and her equipment with any change in sound or rhythm, and wondering what I should do with my remaining two hours before getting ready for the Day Job.
Still undecided.
-- Dad
