As I write this, your mom is already in bed. I'm still up like I typically am. I usually stay up later than your mom. Not because I'm working on something important, though in this case, I'm writing you a letter and that is very important - no, I usually stay up later because I'm trying to answer the questions floating around in my head.
I'm sure a therapist could help me resolve my need to answer questions late at night, but for now, Google.com has been a tremendous help.
But, this is not about your dad's obsessive need to know everything. This is about sleep. Your mom gets plenty. I get less than desired amounts of sleep.
It's partly a habit that I developed in High School. Back then, I would sleep five to six hours a night and manage pretty well. On the weekend I would sleep in and get back on track. The five to six hours of sleep habit continued through college and into my early teaching career. Then, around my mid-twenties something happened. I started getting older.
Though I could still function on six or fewer hours of sleep, I started realizing that seven to eight hours was even better. All my aches and pains and fatigue went away when I slept more. How about that?
Then, as I entered my late twenties and, now, my thirties I could no longer function on six hours of sleep. Now, six hours is a bad thing. I need eight hours.
Why do I tell you all this, chicky? Because I hope you're smarter than your dad. I hope you learn early on that sleep is a good thing and that getting lots of it is not only good for your health but good for your soul.
Be more like mom, Chicken Nugget - get your sleep!
Heading to bed,
Your papa
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