Shhhhh.

I have a confession.
I have been holding out on you.
Something happened.
And I didn't want to tell you.
Because it's a good thing.
And I do. not. trust. good. things.
I do not speak lightly of good things.
But. Um.
Some people have been trying to explain to me lately that the world does not work the way I think it does. And that maybe, possibly, people SHOULD say the good things.
Er. I don't know. I'm open, but I'm uncertain.
So I want to give it a try. I want to tell you a good thing.
I beg of you not to jinx me. Not to hate me for the good. Not to tell on us. Not to let us be punished for a good thing.
Okay, maybe if I tell you this good thing, and the good thing stays, I will think about considering that maybe some of the people who want me to be more, uh, hopeful, might possibly be on to something. We will have to wait and see.

So.
A few months ago.
We stopped Melatonin.
My children, almost 7 and almost 5, just sleep at night now, like they are supposed to, most nights of the week, both unmedicated.
Ahem.
This is a very vulnerable moment for me.
Please, don't even comment.
Let's just wait while I hold my breath and see which of us is right about how the world works.
And let's see how long it takes me develop insomnia.
Good night.