Home alone - Harry & Hubs left for daycare & work.
Monitor is off. I’m eating breakfast and goofin around on the interwebs.
For a split second I swear I heard Harry cry through the monitor.
And I don’t want to admit it but of course now I’m hoping that this isn’t one of those situations where Harry actually was crying - somewhere - and our bond is so strong that I psychically heard him over the miles and I’ll have to go on one of those low budget “documentary” shows on History/Chiller/SyFy/TLC about the psychic bonds of mothers and sons where everyone looks like they get their hair done in the 1980’s.
But…I’m doing my C25K Wk3D2 this morning, I have a massage scheduled for later and then picking up my lil guy!