Neither Walking The Walk, Nor Talking The Talk

Today was one of “those” mornings for me, and nothing quite said that to L’s Mother like when I mumbled, “I’m going outside for a stumble to see if I wake up.”

I Knew It Was Only A Matter Of Time

According to my Fitbit, I got seven hours of good sleep last night.

Well . . . it’s official, technology is now sophisticated enough to lie.

I Expressed Said Opinion Using A Two Word Vernacular

A friend of mine with “mild” sleep apnea recently shared with me that “mild” in his case is defined as six sleep disrupting episodes per hour. When he told me this (via email), my brain first processed this as six episodes per night, and I thought that sounded a little excessive for “mild.”

Then I read it correctly, and expressed my opinion that it didn’t sound very “mild” to me.

So That’s Why I’m A Little Tired Today

Last night it turns out that all of us were feeling a bit restless as midnight approached.  This is my best paraphrased reconstruction of the thoughts and actions that lead to the event I shall forever dub “The Midnight Screaming.”

Me:  It’s almost midnight, but at least I’m almost asleep.  Just need to be still and quiet . . . 

L.:  I think I’ll watch something on my phone.

L’s Mother:  Do I hear L. laughing?  What’s he doing still awake?  I’d better check on him.

L.:  I need to go to the bathroom.  (Opens door to the unexpected sight of his mother standing right there.)

L.:  *screams*

L’s Mother:  (Yelling)  It’s okay.  Don’t yell!

Me:  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Another Sleep Deprived Thought From Yesterday

While browsing the news feeds:

“Is it troll, or is it Stupidex?”

It Was Surprisingly Catchy

It’s always funny to me what’s funny to me after two nights of little to no sleep.  Today in my son’s virtual school his teacher put up a link for a song and the link didn’t work despite numerous attempts on her part.

So that’s how my son and I ended up singing several enthusiastic (if tuneless) rounds of “Service Unavailable . . . HTTP . . . Error 503 . . . This Service Is UNavailable!”

Can’t Say I Care For The Taste, But Such Is Life Sometimes

On Monday I said that I expected the lesson that time fussing about a problem gives no credit would be revisited again, and it turns out I was right.  Oh, my son is doing pretty good today, but after a night of no sleep for me, today I find myself doing my best to put my lesson where my mouth is.

So It’s Best For All Concerned If I Rest Now

I realize that lately my entries have been particularly brief, but that trend is going to continue for at least one more day.  As I type this I have been awake for some twenty-two odd hours or so, and while this is far from a record, it’s a condition that runs the risk of being fatal . . . to others.

Sleep, We Hardly Knew You . . .

So if it seems like I’ve been talking about parenthood a lot lately, there’s a reason for that.

As it happens, I’ve signed up for another tour of duty (a girl this time), and should be getting a lot more of the parenthood experience in about six months or so . . .

Like That Sudden Stop That Follows A Fall

As bored as I am with this topic, right now it’s all I can think about.

It’s not the sleepless nights, per se, that you’re killing me with, son, but with the days that follow.