I have a sleeping disorder. It’s called parenthood.
As I write this, it is a little after midnight. My wife and newborn son are asleep beside me, and I’m wide awake. Our son is a week old today, and I can’t believe it’s gone so fast. It’s been a crazy week…a week of shirts soaked in spit-up, celebrations over poopy diapers, and middle-of-the-night wakeup calls.