So it’s Friday night at about 11:50 and I’m doing what I normally do about this time: halfway watching TV while looking for some miscellaneous thing online when one thought leads to another and I realize I don’t remember saying prayers with Mason. Wait, I don’t even remember him ever saying goodnight to me before going to bed. Now that I think about it I don’t remember him coming downstairs after his shower. Weird.
So I walk down the hallway to his room to find the light on and him not there. Next thought is that he probably decided to be sneaky and sleep in my room tonight, but as I walk up the stairs I realize my room light is on and I don’t see him in my bed. Then I as I walk into my room I see the bathroom light on and the door shut. And I open the door and find this:
Sweet little Mason fell asleep right out of the shower while his crazy-brained mom didn’t even realize for hours. Wow. Where has my mind gone lately?