Daydreams and night truths

After I prayed, my oldest got under her covers and said, “Mummy, can we do it like last night?”
 “Yes, honey,” I replied as my youngest and I snuggled at the foot of the bed under the pink and white cozy blanket

crying in public…

I stopped singing. I breathed differently. Tried to convince my body to knock it off. Can't you see where we are? Don't you remember what I do for a living? Can you please stop?!