The house is quiet as I lay in bed, daylight seeps through the blinds and I hear the door open. He made it home safely and my worries are put to rest at least for today. He checks his email, finds a snack and heads to the basement. The aluminum foil blocks out light from the tiny well windows and he settles in to sleep through the day. It’s been ten hours since I struggled to put the kids to bed on my own and I wake up berating myself on how I could have been more patient. I promise to do better next time and reluctantly push away the covers. All too soon it’s time for the morning shift. Breakfast needs making, library books need packing, clean socks need finding, hair needs brushing all the while feet stomping on the floor, voices ringing out and I scold in hushed tones, “Shhhh…..Daddy’s sleeping.” Eventually, I learned five healthy ways to care for myself and children while my husband worked #nights.
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