Gaaaahhh!
Obviously, parenthood means a lack of sleep. It's a simple equation, no ambiguity.
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But when your own son, not yet one year old, enlists allies in ensuring a sleepless night, and what's more arranges for that ally to do his dirty work for him while he sleeps through the night -- then you realize that you are already -- not during his teenage years but already -- behind the eight ball.
Sebastian, an extraordinarily affectionate Tonkinese cat, did his master's bidding and claimed my ankles as the optimum place to sleep on a chilly night. And woke me at midnight, and 1:00, and 2:00....
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He just wants to be loved...
Posted by: Shannon | October 18, 2002 11:32 PM
OK, how old is this cat and he's only NOW getting on your ankles? Damn, 'til we promoted him to outdoor kitty, Hobbes slept on my ankles EVERY NIGHT I WAS HOME FOR EIGHT YEARS.
And it didn't wake me up nearly as much as a baby did. :-)
Posted by: Lex Alexander | October 21, 2002 2:55 PM