The Head of a Sleeping Man – Unzipped

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When is sleep, not sleep?

When it’s a woman doing it.

Meredith of Mom of the Year blog recently lamented the Logic of Midnight plight. It plagues mothers from Montgomery to Minneapolis, in the middle of the night. Women have a tough time just falling asleep.

Her post explained so much to me.

5 for Friday: Go Ask Daddy About Goose Loafs, Shell-less Snails and Steel Strength

Geese are to blame for the first big-league bad word I said in front of my mom.

I was 15. And taller than her. I was taller than her at age 7. No, it was at least 8. Maybe 10.

We’d just moved to Charlotte, N.C., from Greeley, Colo. Schools were on winter break, and we stayed in a Hilton until our house was ready (this was pre-Suite Life of Zack and Cody, so I didn’t know I could smart off and trick people and terrorize the front desk and not get in trouble.

As we walked around the lake, my mom, my sister and me, we dodged goose bombs all over the sidewalk. Geese, it turns out, poop more than toddlers. Like, 57 times more.