#41 Sleepless Nights
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“Why is my curfew nine o’clock?” my eighteen-year-old son asked. “On a weekend. In the summer.”
“Because I need my sleep,” I answered.
When my kids are out at night, I’m restless and sleepless until they come home. By this point in my life I had expected I’d be sleeping like a baby.
Of course, anyone who has ever had their own personal infant recognizes that in terms of accuracy, this phrase ranks right up there with your call is very important to us, we appreciate your honest feedback, and my goal as mayor is to listen to the people.
On the other hand, if the phrase “sleep like a baby” was intended to mean briefly and infrequently, it might be more accurate. Babies are born with no consideration for normal human schedules. In this regard, they’re a lot like telemarketers.
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