Last night when I did my usual checks on the girls before going up to bed, I paused longer in my big girl's room. We had a powerful heatwave recently that prompted us to change to summer quilts, but cool air has come back at night. I asked Hubby if he thought she would be warm enough. He thought she would. A few minutes later, I asked him if he thought I shouldn't give her a warmer blanket. He said he thought she would be fine.
She was in our room at 3:45am, telling us she was too cold.
Why did I ask twice?
Clearly, somehow, I already knew.
So often, I do this. I know, but I ask, not just Hubby but others as well. I'm not sure why I don't put more faith in my intuition, but perhaps it's time I did.
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