Sleep

Uta just tried in earnest to convince me he's a bat. Its only the latest in his nightly ploys to evade sleep. I've heard of kids who sleep, unicorns too, but not Uta, not ever. With him its always a grand orchestration, like trying to get a thousand plates spinning in unison on the tip of my nose. When he was a baby I'd have to carry him in a sling with the vacuum going for hours on end. Now feels no different, the gimmicks have changed, but getting him down is no easier. Why would anyone not want to sleep? Papa H and I grieve for it, like some lost friend.  Its the only thing we truly want to do. Uta says its due to the fact that he has no 'sleeping skills'. What's 'sleeping skills'? You know, Uta says, the big yawn and stretch, the cozy position.