3 a.m Eternal

  It’s 5:58 am and I’ve been up with my youngest, Rose. All. Night. Long. We’ve been walking the hallways, rocking, singing and everything else you do to lull a babe to sleep. Oh, I forgot about the cursing. Not directly at my child, but at pretty much anything else. Walking, rocking, singing and cursing.Continue reading “3 a.m Eternal”