007

Sometimes I feel like 007...

Like when my 4 month old wakes up after a short nap and won't go back to sleep unless I'm in the room...

Or when I'm helping my 2 year old fall asleep in his new bed and the slightest movement on my part causes him to wake up.

I have to be sneaky, and quiet, and plan out every move before I make it.

My heart races, my face flushes...

If I can make it out the door, then I still have to tackle the hallway, where every creak is like a land mine waiting to blow.

The first step onto the carpet in my room is like stepping into the safe zone. I let out a sigh of relief every time. Free at last...

...Until that evil mail man drives by and foils my plan...

Yeah, it's a rush.