I lost my mom ears.
You know, the super sonic hearing ears that let you know every time your child rolls over, coughs or calls out your name.
It’s the best thing that’s happened to me in years. Now instead of me jumping out of bed when kids cry or make other random noises in the night, John does. I don’t hear a thing, he has to tell me about it in the morning.
It. Is. Amazing.
I think this is what he felt like all those nights I was up nursing kids and banishing boogey men. (And yes, I nursed those girls, we have YEARS to go before John is even close to catching up with late night waking hours.)
There is one problem though. Since I don’t hear the girls I don’t know they are coming until they show up next to the bed. John can…
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