Let's meet in your dreams

May has been busy, and it has shown me no signs of slowing down.

Breathe, Kristin. Breathe.

So I do. In little moments.

This is one of my favorite:

When it's my night to read books with Will and tuck him in, and he clings tight, arms flung around my neck and stalling pleas of "Mommy! Mommy! Don't go yet!" I say to him, "Let's meet in your dreams."

"Mommy will go to her bed and close her eyes, and you'll stay here and close your eyes, and we will meet in our dreams. What would you like to do tonight?"

We have played trucks, blown bubbles, built towers, and I'll have you know that tonight I'll be playing drums.

But not in the house, because "Mommy says no drums in the house."

If you'll excuse me now, I have a date.