Silent night. All is calm. All is dark. Actually, it's pitch-black dark because we -mother and son prefer it that way.
Perfect. Everything's just perfect.
At the right time, my dear tot sleeps. At the right place - in the circle of my warm embrace, he slumbers.
Comfy makeshift bed. Soft pillows. The right room temp.
And a soothing music to boot. The even breathing of my son and the gentle humming of the aircon blend well, creating such a perfect melody.
I would have liked to succumb to blessed peaceful slumber there and then. But no, not yet. I still have one little tidying task to do as yet, I'd patiently and firmly remind myself. One more reality to face before I could hit the sack.
Even before flicking the main light on, I could already see the mini pandemonium that is our room.