Sleep

"Get your sleep now," mom's coworkers tell her. "You'd better sleep now, because you're not going to get any," Uncle Ted tells dad.

We're trying. mom can't be in a position for more than about ... 90 minutes ... 60 minutes ... 30 minutes ... 20 seconds without feeling uncomfortable. Last night, dad came home from work after nearly 12 hours away, without a real break, and followed mom to watch TV ... in bed ... at 8:30 p.m. He woke up in his work clothes around midnight, with mom telling him the dogs were going to explode. Too tired for a shower, passed out again (in more appropriate clothing), woke up, found a coin underneath him that he'd slept on all night, used the bathroom, found another coin adhered to his back from the entire night, hopped in the shower, discovered a huge bruise on the inside of his arm that he couldn't remember.

Sleep now? Are you guys kidding? This gets worse? =)

On a not unrelated note, dad met two ladies yesterday for work, and one was embarrassed about the behavior of her dogs. He wasn't surprised. When he showed them the video of boydog and girldog fighting, she wasn't surprised. It seems the sheer power of bad-dog-i-ness transcends all lines.

So, speaking of sleepiness, dad wound up recommending she try a coffee press to get the strength she wanted. Turns out that same day mom was buying another coffee machine for Grandma Maria to survive when she visits.

Sleep? Yeah, right. =)