Its near impossible to listen to your child screaming from his bed. Even worse when they start to speak and the indirect sobs turn into the direct pleas. Owen is in a pretty good rhythm. "Mommy. Daddy. Mommy. Daddy." Josie is joining in but fortunately she usually stickys with "Daddy. Daddy."
Selling our house and moving into a townhome may very well be the very best thing that has ever happened to our children. And not because we are moving them closer to incredible opportunities in education, incredible parks, incredible activities and incredible amoutns of coffee shops within walking distance to fuel mom with energy. But because there will be judgemental ears listening through the neighbors wall. I may have to actually get up and rub their backs.
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