MISSING. LAST SEEN 11/2008: RESTFUL SLEEP
It wasn't for fear that Little E would injure himself attempting to escape his jail, I mean crib.
It was a premonition.
I will soon have two zombie children trolling around my house at all hours of the night asking for sh*t like cookies, their leap pads, or to be tucked in.
My sleep. My precious sleep, already tempered by the inability to hold my bladder longer than four hours, a snoring elderly poodle, and the occasional Big E pop-in, will now be subject to another line of assault.
I need to hire either a night nurse or a security guard to man the hallway in between our bedrooms.
Mrs. Yoy NEEDS her sleep!