Those of you who know me IRL will know that I have had a close relationship with insomnia for most of my life–and, for a few years long ago, with sleepwalking. The insomnia was also a major feature of LIFE IN LOCKDOWN for several weeks, but I am now sleeping better. Especially since friend Bernie encouraged me to buy this miracle item.
And while I have had a super-interesting life and am grateful for all of it, there are a couple of biggish things I forgot to do, like have children. I do regret that, but I no longer spend a lot of time agonizing over it–there were tradeoffs, which I accepted. Some doors opened; some stayed firmly shut. And then there were the little windows that unexpectedly flew open and slammed closed and oh so many rabbit holes that I went down and sometimes climbed out of or maybe tunneled through.
When I read this account of parenting, of the sleep-deprived by the sleep-deprived, I just roared with laughter, even though it is in some ways so not funny. But what a piece of writing. I may have to read his book!