The new house

I was ripped from my slumber by the crying of the baby. I looked over at my husband Michael, who hadn't even stirred. Typical.

Every night since we had moved into our new house a week ago, I had been awakened at 3 in the morning to the cries. I envied him. Just once, I wish he'd wake up and hear them. Maybe then I would feel a little better, but maybe not.

You see, Michael and I don't have any children.