If I ever try to take a nap at home, and my kids are awake or crying or fighting or playing loudly (i.e. all the time), I can’t sleep. In fact, I haven’t gotten enough sleep at home, nap or otherwise, in over a decade.
However, put me in a dentist’s chair, the dental professional literally drilling into my head, mere centimeters from my brain, smoke and dust rising from the unnatural carnage occurring within my mouth . . . I can sleep like a baby.
THAT, my friends, says something about life with kids.