March 2, 2016 

My sleep deprivation is off the charts. Sleep is not possible with mom and Valentino. I cannot even add a simple column of numbers. Glad I am not an accountant. That would be a dangerous profession for one in my state.

Still, there are moments of laughter. Take this morning, for example:

Rob, where’s my thing.

What thing?

You know. I left it. I had it.

[I walk into the room]

Sandy, where’s my thing?

What thing mom?

You know. The… she had it.

I don’t know what you’re talking about. Can you describe it?

It’s… I had it.

Well, I have no idea what you’re talking about.

I had it. It’s… oh, you know.

No, I don’t know. Can you describe it? What color is it.

[a moment’s hesitation] It’s beige.

Well, if I see something beige, I will bring it in to you.

OK. 

As Inspector Clouseau would say, “Problem sol-ved!”