Even if it meant sleeping with Nina’s limbs flung over her body and waking frequently due to the child’s chattering in her sleep. When Maria’s phone buzzed under body, she rolled her eyes against the pillow and considered ignoring it. Don’t. Wanna. Move. She was exhausted and wanted more than anything to have a regulated schedule in which sleep came at the same time every day and she’d have more than one day off in a row. Apparently, she’d blinked and missed landing firmly into the throes of adulthood if the idea of regimented sleep now made her giddy. Things’ll be better after the girls are back from maternity leave. She blew a raspberry against the pillow, and the phone buzzed once more. “I’m not here,” she whispered to the phone. When Sarah was back on full duty and Astrid on the way back in, Tamara would probably be on the way out.
