The Fish Tank

It was 4am. I was exhausted. One would think I would be well-rested given that I was sleeping in a hotel room all by myself. Not so. I had come from the most amazing conference but was on information overload. I needed sleep. But I couldn't. I kept being nudged. Write this down. I'll do it later. Write it down. I'll remember in the morning. No. Seriously. Write this down. I will just repeat it over and over in my head until I fall asleep. That way I won't forget in the morning. Here's the deal, you aren't going to sleep until you WRITE THIS DOWN. UGH. Fine. I rolled over and picked up my phone. Anytime I have an idea that I need to write down I text myself. I turned on my phone. The screen was so bright I could barely focus. I found my texts to myself (Under the name, "Bananas Poop Your Head." Thank you, third child) and I wrote the words, "Glossy prints and toddler scribbles." Finally. I can sleep. I walked into this co...