My three-year-old has this annoying habit of waking up every single night for some reason or another. Usually its for another sippy cup of milk, or to go to the bathroom (we are in the midst of toilet training). Last night was no exception. After getting him the milk, helping him with his pull up, he insisted I sleep with him. It was 4:30 am and rather than fight, I succumbed and crawled into bed with him.
As I was drifting off to sleep, scratching his back, I suddenly had a great idea for a blog post. I had the title and everything. I briefly considered getting up to write it down but thought, “Nah, I’ll remember.”
I don’t remember what the idea was.
It was so brilliant, I swear it was. It was going to mark my comeback to the blogging world.
I thought if I started writing it would come back to me. It hasn’t.