Last night I was tired.

There’s really nothing new about this realization. I’m generally always tired in the evenings but by 9pm, you can safely assume, I am extremely, on the brink of tears, forgetting what day, month and year it is, deliriously tired.

I walked down the hall and noticed a shadow from behind my bedroom door and quickly recognized the body shape, nightgown outline and reflection from my eight year olds’ braces.

When I peeked around the door, spoiling the pre-heart attack “Surprise!” I asked what she was doing.

Hanna: Ah Mom, I was going to scare you. I was standing here stoned.

Stoned? I’m suddenly more awake than ever.

I believe she meant, she was standing as still as a stone but I was really just too tired to care.

I took my little stoner and tucked her into bed. Tomorrow is a better day for this discussion.