10pm to 6am is a lonely time just about anywhere, but especially in this new home. Utter silence engulfs the kitchen and the laundry room as families dream of their children in their arms. My job is to fight off the nightmares of worst case scenarios; I work the night shift. I act as the Tooth Fairy or the Easter Bunny, but just spectacularly ordinary instead. You spilled milk all over the table at dinner? You bet your bottom dollar that it will be cleaned, straightened, and smelling like bleach by the time you head to the kitchen for your first cup of coffee. Out of laundry detergent? Not for long- overnight staff to the rescue! The first few nights were lonely, but by the third or fourth week, you come to appreciate the silence rather than drown it out. However, it is nice to have a few friends along the way, singing songs of encouragement. My country line-up serenades me as I wipe away the messes and stresses of the day. I brew a fresh pot of coffee and remember that my biggest job is to make sure that everything smells clean and fresh. I open the blinds, fluff the pillows, and as the sun peeks over the horizon, I head home and pray that today is a great day for my favorite families.