Wednesday, January 25, 2012

An Irony of Aging

It's my son's birthday today.  The night he was born I didn't sleep at all.  I had just gotten into bed when my water broke at around midnight.  I was in labor just over 5 hours, he was born at 5:19 a.m. 

Flash forward to now.  It's hell getting old(er).  These days I find myself waking up at least once each night to go to the bathroom and get a drink.  Like clockwork.  Every night.  Except last night.  I find it ironic that on the anniversary of the night I didn't sleep at all, I didn't wake up to go to the bathroom! 

Tonight I'll probably be up twice.


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