The midnight hours are a total nightmare sometimes. Either I'm awake because my body is used to being woken at this time or it hears the little cries carried in from the other room.
I can't get back to sleep, this is when all the self doubt and nagging regret comes flooding in.
This is the time when I cringe at passed conversations, when I doubt my parenting, when I think the worst of every situation and then, somehow, in the mix of all these emotions I find sleep again, only to wake up refreshed, none of those midnight worries in my mind.
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