The boy is wired wrong. Part Two.
I go to bed at 4pm (I work at 1am)
8:00pm - Boy crashes into the room. "Dad just came with the child support, can I get a pizza?" ME: "Fill your boots."
8:05pm - Boy crashes into the room. "Cover your eyes, I am turning on the light." He is looking for the phone book. In my room. The one with no phone.
8:10pm - Boy crashes into the room. "What do I ask for?" I don't know...ask for what you want?
8:15pm - Boy crashes into the room. "I don't know if they deliver." ME: "IT'S A FUCKING PIZZA PLACE, THEY ALL DELIVER!"
8:20pm - Now that I am awake, I have to pee. I walk out into the living room, "How long before the pizza gets here?" THE BOY: "I never ordered it, I don't know what to say." ME: "Here's a shot in the dark, how about 'bring me a pizza'?"
I end up ordering the pizza, and never getting back to sleep.
13 hour shifts are fun on 4 hours sleep. I highly recommend it.