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How it is that I...how is it...or, rather, why it is that I...that I seem to keep...or, really, that I do keep, that I keep ending up...that every single night I look at the clock, I look at the clock and it's two o'clock in the morning, it's three o'clock in the morning and I...I keep ending up at three o’clock in the morning, I keep ending up sitting here with...I don't know, I keep ending up sitting here with all this shit, surrounded by all this shit? Night after night I'm sitting here, I'm sitting here night after

My two year old has a stuffy nose. She woke up last night at 3 a.m. and couldn't get back to sleep. Then she woke my five year old, who normally would grumble a bit, then roll over and ignore the disturbance, but instead said, in a terribly awake voice, "mama, you're home!" Clearly not enough mama time lately. It's been all of three days, and rehearsals are already taking their toll. She was ready to chat. So I ping-ponged for a bit between them: