I am still on the road. It's strange to not have internet access for so many days. Not only do I need it for work, but I am missing my people-contact time!
As I sit here writing, obviously finally online again, I am listening to my granddaughter cry as the new parents try to put her to bed. She is a spirited baby, obvious even at six months old. She really fights falling asleep. I like to think that she is afraid of missing the action.
When I was a child, I hated falling asleep. Come to think of it, so did my own children. They stopped napping around age one. Anyway, my parents would often find me asleep under the couch in our family room. I would climb out of my bunk bed, creep silently down the lone hallway leading to the family room, then circle right to avoid being seen by either of my parents. They were usually watching a television program, Perry Mason say, and sipping on bourbon and 7-Up. I don't think they ever saw me.
After crawling through the living room and into the kitchen, I would squeeze under the naugahyde sofa in the family room and, apparently, fall asleep.
Just like I imagine my grandbaby feeling, I always hated missing out on anything at all. I still do. I like to be where the action is, and will go without sleep to make it happen. I can sleep when I get home.