I’m happy to report that tonight’s post is coming to you from my regular perch on my loveseat, and not the bathroom floor. I finally got H settled and back into bed a little after 1am. As we were creeping back into his room, I heard S crying softly in her bed. I got H tucked in with his bucket, then crawled into her top bunk with her to see what was the matter. She’d had some kind of a bad dream about bugs stinging her and was quite upset, so I laid in bed with her until she was calm and fell back asleep. As I was laying there…