Have you heard about this? I can't stop thinking about it. Twice the size of Texas! What I don't understand is how something like this could be sitting in the middle of the Pacific and no one knows or cares.
You know what else I don't understand? Why Sunday night is always such a terrible night for sleeping. Good sleep on a Sunday is crucial to getting the week off to a good start. But Sunday is also transition day, so the girls are exhausted and suffering from some kind of Daddy hangover.
They collapse into sleep early but then one wakes in the middle of the night. Usually it's Naomi, because she's always been a terrible sleeper and she'll always be a terrible sleeper. So she woke up around midnight and Miriam followed shorty after.
Because my bed is a bit more crowded some nights I have set up a kind of makeshift trundle bed for when nightmares attack. Usually this is fine, a movie and a glass of water is enough, until they start pushing and fight for bed space and then Miriam comes up and pours water on my head or screams directly into my eardrum just as I am drifting off to sleep again.
That went on last night until the sky began to lighten. The moment I realized they were both asleep, no one was going to scream or jump on my head or decide my aching back might be a good place for a wild pony ride, I let out a huge sigh and melted blissfully into sleep. I got a whole hour.
So I'm tired, cranky, and my back hurts and I feel terribly, terribly guilty. I'm thinking a little preemptive benadryl on Sunday nights might not be a bad idea, a week off to suck a bad start isn't good for anyone.
I'm also pretty sure than I'm not cut out for the job of being the caretaker of young children. Some of the things I said last night were unforgivable.