… I should sleep.
… I work.
… I finally get to eat.
… I check Facebook.
… I play games.
… I wish I could mute all the TVs and radios within earshot of the house.
… I wish I could mute the horns on all the vehicles that drive by.
… I wish I could shush every person who walks past our house.
… I wish I could mute the horn on the PNR.
… I wish I could blow my nose and sneeze quietly.
… I wish I could put him in a temperature-controlled bubble so he wouldn’t sweat or feel cold.
… I wish I could fix all the creaky floorboards in the bedroom.
… I wish I’d remembered to oil the squeaky hinges on all the doors all over the house.
… I realize our bed creaks.
… I forget I’m tired.
… I feel like everything will be okay, because he’s fed and clean and comfortable and healthy, and we got through another day together.
… I feel like my heart is going to burst, because he’s just so beautiful, and he’s ours.