By Tony Hicks
Wednesday, January 7th, 2009 at 1:58 am in Uncategorized.
There’s nothing worse than going to sleep way too early, waking up at midnight, realizing you’re awake and doomed to be a chunky mess of worthlessness the next day at work.
I mean more worthless than usual.
This is just another by-product of having a baby so damned cute, you can’t resist laying down with it and it unexpectedly goes to sleep. Then you mean to get up, but the dispicible little monster is holding your finger, which any baby magazine will tell you is a bonding, life-affirming experience between parent and child that will keep that child from doing drugs and spray-painting overpasses when it becomes a teenager.
Guess who didn’t grab his daddy’s finger as a baby?
But my grandpa made my pull his finger, which is close enough (bear with me – it’s nearly 2 a.m. and I’m fairly insane). This would be fine if I had nothing to do tomorrow. I could relax, read, watch Barnaby Jones re-runs on TV – very worthwhile stuff. But I actually do have some work to do on Wednesdays and the clock is ticking – loudly. Or maybe that’s just the giant racoon I’ve caught on the porch a couple times the past week, eating cat food and staring me down until it intimidates me to go cook it a cheeseburger. I have to get to sleep so I can get up to take care of that manipulative finger-grabber in the morning without being so tired I accidentally put her in the washing machine.
Come to think of it, she could use a bath.