Bedtimes

My nights usually blur together and I can't exactly remember what happened when, BUT this week one night stands out from the rest. I'm into the house a little early because Honders has been diagnosed with Bronchitis. The house mom begins instructing me about his three, new medications, Baby is hungry in my arms anxiously waiting to be fed. Two staff people come in with the ring-leader-run-away (I mentioned in my last post) in tow asking if I can keep her in my room (yes, in the boys house) for the night to discourage her from running. I answer (hindsight is 20/20 whatintheworld was I thinking) "Yes, yes, of course... .." Her mattress is moved in, I'm feeding baby, Honders gets his first round of medicine; I can tell that the boys are getting restless because of a girl being in the house. I get the little guys down for bed and the older boys are still restless and baby is getting fed again. I finish prepping breakfast for the morning-get the odds and ends picked up and dishes washed. After giving out a few pep talks about respecting girls etc the older boys are off to bed. Finally I'm laying in bed with baby in my arms wondering... "Can Honder die from Bronchitis?" Listening for each of his breaths to make sure he is still breathing. While run-away sleeps on the floor next to me, "I wonder if she is really sleeping? Did I hide all the keys? Hmmm, Is there any way she could possibly get out of this house?" I'm up to double check that all the keys are away and mine are fastened to my body and that anything of slight value is stashed away. Checking Honders again for his breathing....baby is sleeping, knowing I will be up with him in 2 hours. Lie  back down, staring at the white ceiling and my new teal walls..."Why did I say yes to a girl being here, what if she sneaks out of my room into the house? Is Honders breathing, oh yes, good, sigh, I'm not going to sleep at all tonight...not even my usual three hours...darn." Baby rouses himself early: the beginning of our nightly feeding routines....