I haven't slept much lately.

It's not because I don't want to, but my kids just would let me.

Last night, I finished writing a story at 1 a.m. As my head hit the pillow, my daughter opened the door to my bedroom and declared she couldn't sleep.

After a little cajoling, I got her back to sleep at 1:30 a.m. Then, about 2 a.m., she came into the room again.

She decided the only way she could sleep is if I slept on her bed, and she slept on the floor. So, after an hour of that, I finally made it back to my own bed.

A few minutes after my head hit the pillow again, our 5-month-old baby started crying.

Don't tell my wife, but I'm planning to sneak away this evening for a nice, quiet nap on a park bench. I'm supposed to play softball, but I'm afraid I might fall asleep in-between pitches.