Realizing you have done more before 6 a.m. than you usually do all day is a sobering thought. Army recruiting adds not withstanding, it kind of makes me want to go out and fix the sobriety problem. Ah, but I’m a stimulant kind of guy. What use would I have for America’s Favorite Depressant?

Earlier this morning,

It was a mere five hours after I laid my head down to sleep when I had the urge to pee. I went into the bathroom and turned on the lights. What I saw there was troubling, blood.

“Cheryl, are you awake?”

“Huh?”

“Cheryl, are you awake?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you bleeding?”

“WHAT?”

Just like that we were off to the hospital. Cheryl got checked in, Cheryl’s mom arrived to bring Beth back home, and Super Dad sat down with his trusty clipboard and filled out forms for insurance purposes. After the clock shed several hours, and my body shed several degrees of core body temperature, we returned home with a mother and a (still unborn) child with a newly certified clean bill of health.

Now if dad could just find a few spare hours to make up some sleep we’d be back in business. Ah, but this adventure is just beginning and the brochure doesn’t say anything about sleep.