So yeah, I did a sleep study last night. This came about because I have been absolutely exhausted for the last 8 months. Even if I get a good night's sleep, I wake up to feel like I've been hit by the light rail. It's not good. If it didn't come on so fast, I would just chalk it up to old age. Maybe it is old age. I am getting old; why would it not happen quickly?
The other option might be that I have sleep apnea, since Jen has witnessed me stop breathing during the night on many instances. Plus my dad has it. Plus I grind my teeth at night. I could go on.
The study went well, except that I had a bear of a time actually slipping into lala land. I read for a while, and the nurse technician had the bright idea to tell me that, "...we need you to fall asleep soon to get a good study." Perfect. As anyone can tell you, there's no better way to get someone to fall asleep than by commanding them.
Thanks to the circumstances and roughly 1,300 wires I had hooked up to my body, I didn't sleep too tightly. Today, I'm damn tired.
Jen did a lot with the girls today. I'll speak for her, I have no problem with that. They met friend Jess and her daughter Avery for story time somewhere around Har Mar. I remember this well, as Jen had to call me at work from the road to ask: "Where the hell is Har Mar?" I had to look it up.
After I got home, we walked the kids to the park and hit the playground for a bit. This was a good thing. The slide, the swings, the sand...all major hits. Leaving the playground was the poison pill that almost undid all the good. Granted it was kind of a short trip, but they were not on board the leaving train.
This is the trouble with everything good; it always ends. It's a hallmark of parenting (or at least my bastardized version of it) that I am already planning on how to terminate something good before it is even begun. Maybe that's too negative a thought process. Maybe it's just pragmatic.
Day one hundred and ninety nine.
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