The other night after putting both Liam and Dawson to bed I heard Dawson calling me.
"Mommy! MOMMY!" 
      "What?!!" I said.
     "Oh, Mommy, I WANT something but I don't know what it is."
   Oh, Dawson, I thought. You and about twenty million other people.
  "I'm sorry sweetie," I said. "That's a hard feeling."
    "It happens all the TIME," he said.
    "Do you know what you think you might want?" I said.
    "I don't know," said Dawson.
    "Something to drink maybe, or some food."



So there it is. A little poem that summarizes the human condition.
MOMMY!
I WANT something but I don't know what it is.
Something to drink, maybe. Or some food.
It's like this all the time.
Waiting for sleep is so lonely. *


*(That last line comes from a post I wrote when Liam was around two and really hating bedtime.)