When my kids were young, young enough that they still took naps in the afternoon, I would sometimes go into their room to watch them sleep. Hearing their quiet snuffles was reassuring. I would often gently touch the soft fontanel on the top of their head so I could feel their heart beat.
Now, they are 30 and 26 so poking them in the head while they sleep would just be creepy.
With this pandemic demanding continual social distancing, many people are still working from home. My Mister is around a lot. He does work remotely, but most nights – or very early mornings – he goes into the office while no one else is there then comes home and sleeps during the day.
It’s strange having him home so much, even stranger that most of the time he’s here, he’s not awake.
So strange, that I find myself standing in the doorway of our bedroom, staring into the darkness trying to hear him breathe. I don’t go as far as checking for a heartbeat, but I will take several minutes to make sure I hear his telltale snore before I go back to my own work.
These are strange days, indeed.