All it took was one night.
I slept fine for a few hours and then tossed and turned.
But it destroyed me.
Just one night of not great sleep and I'm short-tempered, angry, falling asleep at the table, face down in my food, now climbing up on the table to sleep since I think it's a bed and looks comfortable, all while we have guests over for dinner.
"He doesn't usually do this," my wife says.
"Shhh," I mumble. "I'm trying to rest here."