3:30 am "M's"

So, here I am, awake at 3:30am because of the three "M's":  Mom, Menopause, and My husband's snoring.

Okay, technically I guess that would be two "M's" and an "S".

Usually I will toss and turn for a couple of hours and finally fall back asleep thirty minutes before I need to drag myself out of bed to take our daughter to school.  This morning (barely), I don't have to worry about trying to fall back asleep because the whole "taking kids to school" thing is OVER.

How do I feel about that?

Evidently not relief, because I'm wide awake at frickin' 3:30am.  You would think I would be sleeping like a baby.  Well, that's a misnomer.  Babies are renowned midnighters, 3:30am-ers, 6:30 am-ers, all-nighters.  At least both of ours were.  Where in the heck did "sleeping like a baby" get the meaning of sleeping well?

But I don't have to worry about that anymore, either.  Because both of my babies are grown.  For the first time in twenty-two years I'm not on someone else's clock.

So why the heck am I not sleeping????

We had a hail storm yesterday afternoon that accumlated five inches in parts of our glorious state, dropped temperatures nicely into wonderfully cool sleeping weather.  I've got the windows open, and yes, a fan on, because Mother Nature has totally screwed with my internal thermostat, but I really should be asleep.

But here I am, keeping company with the nocturnal critters.

In case you haven't guessed, this has nothing to do with dyslexia.  The one thing dyslexia doesn't do is keep you awake at night.  Well, etiomologically speaking anyway.  And while I am not sure that was an actual word and if it was I am more than certain its mis-spelled, at 3:30am anything goes.