And the children do not sleep.....

It's 11:00 am. I am sitting on my couch. One of my babies is sound asleep on the living room floor. It's safe here. There was nothing to ransack in a living room. It's not safe in his room. They upended it. They ripped out his drawers. They tossed his clothes around. They destroyed his closet. They ransacked his stuffed animals. His stuffies.... So now it's not safe. We can't sleep in our room or our bed. For Jamie, his room and bed and night were already not good, night time was already traumatized for him. We had just begun to win that battle.....and here we are again.....



"Mommy, do I have to go to bed?"

"Yes baby, you do..."

I can't sleep in my room."

"Why, sweetheart?"

"Because they might come back.."

Do you want to lie down here?"

"Yes, please..."

"ok, and if I sleep in my bed, I will wake you up and take you with me, ok?"

"ok.