I feel like I don’t have the answer to anything, yet all day I have to proceed as if I know what I’m doing. Or, at least I pull off a good act. After running to yet another doctor to try to solve my son’s sleeping problem at night (which is my sleeping problem at night), I’ve got another paradigm to assimilate, another doctrine to disseminate.

Who’s right when it comes to our kid’s health? I’d like to think it’s me, but I spent the day at the dentist then the internist. They’ve got all the things I should do, and I feel as though I’ve been doing it all, yet I have to do more. And more.

Addison was a trooper as the doc looked down his throat, tapped his reflexes, and peered in his ears. Addison held on to a bell and clanged it, but eventually he started to cry. I brought in my daughter who acts very, strangely "happy" at doctors. It freaks me out a bit. I think she doeth not protest enough.

We got home at 8 p.m. I dispensed "all-natural" syrups, mixed herbs, and fired up the vaporizer all in the hopes of getting a good night’s sleep.

I told a friend I’d dance naked in the streets while swinging a hula hoop around my waist and shaking a tambourine. I wonder where I can get a hula hoop?