Once upon a time, there was a child who was obsessed with, say, pillowcases.
And said child belonged to me.
This child awoke in the dark, found that he had somehow separated his pillow from his pillowcase and began to cry piteously. And I, after six years and five months of rigorous training, was immediately awake and by his side, thinking there was some illness or disaster.
“I lost my pillowcase!” said he.
It was 4:55. No, he did not go back to sleep.
Then at 5:49, child the first cried out because she had banged her head against the wall. In her sleep. No, I am completely serious.
And then, to quote kate, my head exploded. And then I made tea. And then I cut myself a wedge of birthday cake.
Two additional thoughts:
1. We will run late this morning anyway.
2. I need to borrow a newborn baby so I can justify taking a nap today. NB: I said BORROW not HAVE or KEEP.