Some nights it feels like bedtime will never arrive.
Some nights it feels like I can't stand one.more.minute. of noise.
Some nights I dread all of the work I have to do once Connor finally (finally = 8pm) goes to bed.
But...
Every night, I have to smile just a little bit when I hear Jason say what he always says to Connor at bedtime:
"Have a sweet night." Not a good night. Not sweet dreams.
Have a sweet night.
One of my favorite things. Truly.
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