I awoke at five this morning to the sound of Eden crashing into Paul’s nightstand as she fell out of our bed, into which she crawled last night when Christopher accidentally triggered the house alarm as he opened up the back door to take some pictures of the moon…at midnight.
He had asked permission to use my camera and to take the picture.
I had just crawled into bed and, completely exhausted, said he could, forgetting I had just set the alarm.
People really ought to be filming us, but I am so grateful they aren’t.
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