But anyway, I keep telling the children that if they don't get enough sleep then they will get sick. They never listen to me, but since I don't follow my own advice, then why should they? The difference is, though, that I cannot sleep whereas they will not sleep. I would totally go to sleep and stay there for hours if I were able, but I haven't slept since Child 1 was born and it is entirely her fault. I asked the nurses to take her to the nursery so I could sleep because I had been in labor for over 40 hours. Yes, you read that right--almost two days of labor. So they took her away and then brought her back an hour later and said she was hungry. Except she wasn't hungry, she lied. She was five minutes old and she was already lying to get what she wanted which was to stay up late and play and I haven't slept a wink since. I'm too scared.
Since I'm not feeling well, I'll get right to the bad days. This man in Kiribati had 106 worse days than me. He was finally rescued after being adrift at sea for over three months where he subsisted on rainwater and raw fish. My friend "Sparrow" who was there in the Peace Corps says that this kind of thing happens a lot in Kiribati, which is rather sad because Kiribati looks like this.
If I lived on Kiribati, I might never leave at all because I am really not a big fan of sushi and I would hate eating it for 106 days in a row. So thank you, Mr. Teitoi, for reminding me to be grateful that I had chicken and ceasar salad for dinner and that if I ever go sailing near Kiribati, I will bring a satellite radio and GPS with me.