Worst night of sleep EVER.

OK, to be fair, there were some night when we had infants of which I have no memory. I think the mind stops recording memories in those circumstances as a defense mechanism. And by defense, I mean defense of the children; If we as parents remembered the difficulties of dealing with our kids as infants, we would be much less "understanding" of them during their pre-teen and teen years.

But last night was pretty bad. At midnight, when I am usually ready to go to sleep, my darling wife decides that she isn't tired yet and she wants to watch Law & Order. I have a history of being able to sleep through anything short of WW3, so I tell her to go ahead. (The TV, BTW, is in our bedroom.) And to be fair to MDW, she did tell me that if it was bothering me, she would turn it off. And it seemed to work. I fell asleep in about 5 minutes to the story of a philandering theologian who may or may not be responsible for the murder of his wife. The problem is I kept almost waking up, catching snipets of the show and incorperating it in my dream. And I was never conscious enough to understand what was happening to me or to tell my wife that it was bothering me. And then after the show, the dreams continued. Getting up with the alarm was a Herculean effort.

But coffe is a wonderful thing, even if the super-brew at work tastes like tire rubber.