A few years ago I found myself doing bedtime prayers without even knowing it. They weren’t to any “god” in particular, just general hoping for a good nights sleep when you have a newborn. “Please, just give me 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep!!” I would say to myself or out loud in a zombie-like, half-asleep trance. Eventually, after a year, my prayers were answered and our newborn settled into a proper sleeping routine overnights. Then the terrible twos came along (6 months earlier than scheduled) and I had a whole different set of prayers since–some of which I’m still waiting to be answered. You’ll have to excuse me now. I need to remove crayons from my son’s nostrils.