“What am I doing, Ma? Oh… you know. Just stretching… because I plan to wake up at 11:15 tonight and run a marathon, complete with hurdles, moguls, and back handsprings, and then I’ll probably want to overdose on carbs at 2 AM by asking for a giant bowl of mac and cheese, right before I crash and burn, to sleep the sleep of bears in January.”
The honest truth? I don’t want to sleep like a baby at night. All I want to be able to do is sleep like husbands do.