If you've been reading here, you know I've been having a hard time squeezing in writing time this summer, especially when my husband has been out of town. This may be my last post until mid-September until I get my life caught up a little. My apologies in advance if I signed up for your blogfest...I might miss it.
My husband got back from Uganda on Saturday afternoon. He was really jet-lagged and exhausted after 24 hours of travel. He offered to put my preschooler to bed later that evening. Yes, I think he also wanted to go to bed.
We have a tradition of reading several books before bed to our smaller kids (until they get to the point they don't want to be read to anymore). My husband normally reads to my little guy and said he'd do the reading on Saturday night.
I heard my son say, "No! Tell me a story from Mom's head!"
That totally made the loss of writing time over the last couple of weeks worth it. I've been making up stories at bedtime for him. Sometimes I tell stories I've written. And sometimes I just wing it. One night he made up a story and told it to me.
I offered to take over, and my husband went downstairs. Five minutes later my older kids reported that their stepdad was asleep in a chair. We decided to just leave him there.
I made up a new story for my little guy and then improvised the lyrics to a bedtime song. We decided that I get to keep putting him to bed even when his dad's home.