Too tired to sleep
Unfortunately I seem to be suffering from bouts of insomnia of late. I might as well be productive during these late night sessions of alert incoherent frustration. A couple of days ago I managed to find one of those elusive states of rest while lying on the couch. I remember it fondly as it seems to be a rare occurrence these days. Both my daughters love to wrestle and rough-house. I have no doubt that Daphne will also enjoy a little vigorous play with her father in the coming years. As I lay resting I could hear the creeping and sniggering of my two oldest as they approached and subtly planned my imminent demise. I prepared. For anyone who is not a father of small children, I need to explain the basics of preparation. You either must cover your most vulnerable area or be prepared to instantaneously react to a child's movements in order to protect said area. I was prepared. Sophia pounced from the arm of the couch in a glorious knee first dive aimed directly what on a more romanti...
