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Sleep, the game changer

I have an alarm on the bedroom door where George sleeps.  I have wondered if it was loud enough to wake me while I am sleeping at the other end of the house.  This morning I found out.

The alarm sounded.  I got up and I left the den where I had been sleeping wonderfully.  I glanced at the digital clock above the kitchen stove.  It is 4 a.m.

George is standing outside the bedroom in his pull-ups. 

"George, it is the middle of the night." I say knowing at I say it that I am wasting my breath.

George echos, "Middle of the night."

I walk past him into the bedroom knowing that he will follow me.  The room smells of urine and I know his bed is wet.

He stands in front of the toilet trying to go pee.  He is all peed out.  He usually is by the time he gets to the toilet.  I get a rag soapy and wash and rinse him down as he stands there.

"It's 4 in the morning, George," I tell him.  "You have to go back to bed."

But I can tell by his wide eyed look t…