10 beautiful minutes of unconsciousness...

I just fell asleep on the train before it even left the station. I woke up feeling like I had slept for an hour. It had been only 10 minutes.

Last night from midnight until about 2:00 AM, the baby screamed, and screamed, and screamed some more. Blood-curdling, wake-the-dead, I’d-better-come-in-there-and-find-a-wild-jackal-chewing-off-your-leg screams. Why? Because he’s an evil, evil little monster sent to Earth by God or the Devil to fucking torment me and send me to an early grave, that’s why.

Anyway, not until I had kids did I realize that under the right circumstances, 10 minutes of sleep can feel as restful as 8 hours.

Not that I REMEMBER what 8 hours of sleep feels like, mind you.