I have three boys. My oldest son is almost 8 and my youngest recently turned 2. This means I've been waking up in the middle of the night for a very, very long time. Someone's thirsty. Someone else wet the bed. And someone else yet wants me to buy popsicles. ("I didn't want to forget," my 5-year-old explained as sweetly as one can to an unhappy woman at three in the morning.)
Sometimes, I find myself lying awake because I'm afraid I'm going to forget something. I'm thinking about birthday party invitations that need to be sent out or prescriptions that need to be refilled or shoes that need to be resoled.
But the worst is when I lie awake for no reason whatsoever. I will look at the clock and it's 2 a.m. and I'm awake trying to remember what the third Die Hard was called. Or the name of the actor who played Mallory's boyfriend on "Family Ties." Or I'm thinking about important stuff like this:
- "Child-rearing" seems like an appropriate enough name, given how much time you spend wiping them.
(Some of these previously appeared on my blog or Twitter feed. If you have a problem with that, I'll give you your money back.)
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