My last thought before falling back to sleep in the middle of the night between my 3 and 6 year olds - one of whom had woken up whining because her sister kept kicking her in the head - was "Wow! This is really uncomfortable." But, no worries, because when I was woken up a good most of an hour later by my 3 month old spitting up on his mommy - I had only a mildly painful crick in the back.
I grabbed a towel and dashed in to give it to my wife. He was done spitting up by then, but at least I got to say hello to my wife and climb back into my own bed. Then I got a bit more sleep, but it didn't seem to take.
I'm on a 24 hour per day nap alert. My brain is ready to shut down at a moment's notice - for my own good, of couuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...
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