2 ships passing in the night

My parents used to say they were like "2 ships passing in the night" and I thought it meant neither of them slept very well, which was probably true. But I think what they actually meant was that they were so busy they didn't even see each other as one was coming and one was going. You know....like 2 ships.....passing in the night. Which was probably also true.

Last night we were the "didn't sleep very well" version.

It seemed like it was at least a hundred degrees in our house, I have the beginnings of a cold and can't seem to breath, my arms kept falling asleep (which wakes me up), the couch wasn't comfortable, the pillow wasn't comfortable, the love sac turned into a rock around 2am and I simply couldn't wait for morning to come so I could just wake up and stop fighting it.

Josh was up all night too. We both heard Tommy stir 4 or 5 times but never stay awake. It was just a restless sort of night I suppose. Something about the moon perhaps.

My mom has a picture on her bedroom wall of a mother holding her young child looking out the window during what I assume is a day/night transition.

What do you think is happening? Is the night beginning or ending? What's she thinking?

Today I think it's sunrise, and the mother has been awake all night and simply can't wait for the sun to come up and give her permission to be awake. So she's waiting for the first sign of day.

Someone else told me they thought it was sunset and she was watching the sun set on another peaceful day counting her blessings.

Either way she clearly belongs in bed.