One of the kids woke up around 3:00 this morning. She was only awake long enough to wake me up and prevent me from going back to sleep. As I was laying there, it dawned on me that I should get up, start a load of laundry and clean the bathroom. Then I wouldn't have to do it today. It would be like stealing time. It seemed genius and I'm not sure why I hadn't thought of it before. That's when it dawned on me: I AM LAYING IN BED AT 3AM FANTASIZING ABOUT CLEANING MY TOILET! This, my friends, is what having children does to you.
Once I realized that I have reached a level of sad you can never return from, I opted to not clean the bathroom or start laundry. Instead, I stared at the ceiling and quietly enjoyed this song that has been stuck in my head for a couple days.