I got home from a women’s small group last night just after the kids got into bed (perfect timing, I’d call this), so I slipped into the boys’ room for quick goodnight hugs and kisses. Usually I’ll lay next to Jonah since he’s in the bottom bunk and we’ll snuggle and chat in the dark for just a little bit. Sadly, I do this way less often with the big brother up in the top bunk though. The thought of hauling myself up the small wooden ladder, gingerly climbing onto the mattress hoping not to break the wooden slats underneath, crawling around the maze of stuffed animals, blankets, pillows, to…