April 12, 2012 What a night of no rest. Both boys were asleep by 10 PM; they were passed out on the couch because they were so tired. I sneak both boys, one by one, into their bedroom. I carry them with all the care of a cat burglar sneaking around the house with a sack of your belongings he just stole in the night. Finally, I lay down. I have chills, and I don't feel well at all. I curl up under the couch's covers, watch Brewster's Millions, and fall asleep at the end. I wake up groggy and see another movie is on, "Damn, I missed when Ms. Drake takes the $20,000.00 retainer from Montgomery Brewster, securing the 300 million his uncle left him." I think to myself. "God, it would be great to have a rich uncle leave me cash so I can take care of my boys full-time." With that thought, I fell back to sleep and dreamed of things that once were. At around 1 AM, baby Christopher is crying. I lay still on the couch, waiting to see if he'll settle. Waiti...
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