A Night in the Life

I come home from work so abnormally tired and sleepy (for the second day in a row) that I think back to my first trimester pregnant days. I can’t even stay up, I get in bed before it’s barely dark.

But I don’t fall asleep.

And at 10 pm I am overwhelmed with the absolute need and unshakable belief that I have to have a specifically smoked honey deli ham sandwich on specifically Italian bread and I MUST have mustard to go with it. I tell myself to go to sleep and forget about it but I get up anyway and go to the store to buy the exact ingredients I need, including extra mustard just in case I go through the entire container that’s in the fridge, come home, and eat two of my Specific Sandwiches. I’m happy and satisfied.

I go back to bed.

But not before, in…