All it took was taking the plunge into the great white page.
I was up into the wee hours of
the night again last night, not because of The Teething Beast, who slept
soundly like his sweet self, but because since I landed in 'Blog World' only
yesterday I've been struck by motivation and inspiration.
I had crept to bed early with the
intention of catching up on some sleep after the long weekend, but couldn't
resist bringing the laptop along to browse the written genius of my fellow
bloggers.
My husband, and incredible father
to our nearly nine-month-old-son, came to bed a few hours later, where we
kick-started the ongoing argument of him not being able to sleep with the lamp
on.
"You've been up here for
hours already," he says. "It's time to sleep." I retaliate with
yet the same rebuttal as always: That he will be snoring in two minutes like
any other night.
There are some issues we just
can't seem to get past, or perhaps that our stubborn selves aren't willing to
back down from. Either way...
Often after an argument where we
go to bed angry [Yeah, yeah. I know], I lay awake for hours brewing up
something that's not, carrying it to an obscure level and wondering if, you
know what, maybe we should just call it quits.
Over yonder on the other side of
the bed, while my world is crashing down, without a stir or a sigh he has sunk
into the deepest sleep. Peacefully snoring away without a care in the world -
Waking only throughout the night to the lamp sporadically flicking on so I can
jot down some new insight that will otherwise be forgotten by morning.
My point: I swear he can
sleep with the lamp on.
His point: Not taken.
The point: Papa might not be as amused as I, that
Mama got her groove back.
4.7.12