Sleep and the slow journey to justice

You can read whatever, we're still crawling into bed with you later.
You can read until you pass out. Whatever. We’re both still crawling into bed with you later.

I’m a light sleeper. So one wee hour not so long ago, when pint-sized Colin stood at my bedside, he only had to softly clear his throat.

I opened my eyes.

Oh, hello little person.

Then I was wide awake. What the? The fact that this kid was here meant he had climbed from his crib and over the baby gate secured AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS. I pulled him into bed, dooming either or both his dad and I to a night of severely interrupted sleep unless somebody moved to the couch by morning. Our queen bed was big enough for two adults but not the addition of one toddler sleep gymnast.

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