I hate insomnia. I have insomnia. I love sleep. I mean I LOVE sleep. But I’m not sleeping. Why?!? God knows I’m tired enough! Chasing around a 3 and a half year old and entertaining a 5 month old is more than enough to run someone down, especially me. But yet I still can’t sleep. During the day, if by the very slim chance that both girls are asleep at once, I’m out like a light before I make it to the bed! Half the time I pass out putting baby to bed. But when it’s mommy’s bedtime, I’m up, playing on my phone, trying to be as quiet as possible as to not wake up the lumberjack cutting wood to my left. Maybe it’s because the middle of the night it my only “me” time; no kids, no hubby, just me. I can sit and play with my phone, read, watch a movie without interruption, without having to compromise on what to do or watch, don’t have to talk to anyone… I can do what I want. And you know what I want to do? Sleep! Even when I have the time to do what I want, I still can’t seem to do it! Go figure… 😉