The other night my phone rang at 2 in the morning.  It was already a weird night because the Baby Hulk was having massive night terrors which resulted in him sleeping with us.   He would fall asleep for about twenty minutes, then wake up crying.  This kept me in pretty much a daze.  When the phone rang, I recognized the number and immediately thought it was an emergency.  The person on the other line was a cop, which then made me think the owner of the phone had been arrested.  It turns out the owner had left their phone at a bar and a cop found it.  He was just calling (at 2 am!) to let someone know so that the owner would know where the phone was located.  I wonder how many calls were made before somebody answered.

While I was obviously relieved that nobody was hurt or arrested, I couldn’t fall back asleep.  I spent the next hour worrying if the owner, someone I know really well, had made it home.  If they had been drinking, were they safe, etc.  It was a long night for me.  I finally asked God to just take the burden from me.  I know this sounds really cheesy and despite being someone that prays a lot, loves Catholicism, goes to Mass a lot and so on, asking God to take my burden just isn’t me.  It’s not my personality to really talk like that.  Thankfully, it worked and soon I passed out.

With one thought lingering on my mind…why did I have so many kids?  There is no way I can deal with that kind of worry for the rest of my life.  Because the reality is that it doesn’t ever end.  I have so many people act like it’s easy with Squirt since he’s older than the rest of the kids.  They don’t get it.  (Yet.)  Sure, I don’t have to dress him anymore, (although at times I do have to send him back to change).  We have a whole different set of challenges to face with him.  And the more I think about what he faces as well as the others, the more worried I become.

It would seem I’m going to become really cheesy in my conversations with God if I hope to get any sleep.