I don't know why going to bed is such a dreaded event. I love going to bed and always have loved it. When I was little it wouldn't surprise anyone if I feel asleep at 5pm before dinner...on the dining room floor, or during the previews of an anticipated movie starting at 7pm or anywhere really. If I feel tired, I sleep...and it feels good. I don't quite understand the excuses to not go to sleep: hunger, thirst, zola's crying (even when she is not), itchy foot... I heard them all tonight and then found him in the hall finally passed out. Poor kid. He should learn to love sleep especially now that he can as much as he wants... I miss my pillow.
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