A Writer's Life

By Awriterslife

All quiet on the western front

It’s 9pm, and you think: hey, both kids asleep in their beds, look at that!

And then the toddler sings (last hourra, mid dream as it turns out) and you walk in your room to find the baby wide awake in his crib.

Parenting 101: Never trust the quiet.

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