How does he know?

How does he know?

How does he know that I stayed up way too late last night cleaning for the visit of a friend I haven't seen in two years?

How does he know that wacky hormones make it hard to fall asleep when I finally lie down?

How does he know that today is a day that I would really like to have had as much sleep as those things allow?

How does he know that I will be a little crazy trying to figure out if there is actually anything wrong when he is up for the 5th time in three hours?

How does he know that the cheerful banging and shouting of his sister will make me want to scream and hide in a quiet cave for the day?

And why, why, WHY does he think that time with me is so much more desirable than sleep between 3 and 6 am?

Peter, my lad, it ISN'T.