In the wee hours of this morning I came to the conclusion that it's time to surrender. All of the griping and complaining isn't going to change the fact that I can't remember the last time that I slept through the night. I'm going to "own" the fact that I don't sleep well and turn it into something positive.
Once upon a time I used to do housework in the middle of the night. I'm not quite that crazy these days, but I'm thinking that I can put the time to better use than I have been. Laying in bed, listening to the steady breathing of a husband and two dogs is just irritating.
I can use the extra time to catch up on correspondence so don't be surprised if you receive an email from me that has been composed in the wee hours.
I can make a dent in my list of books that I want to read because really, at this rate, I'll never live long enough to read every book that's on the list right now, not to mention those that are added almost daily.
I can work on my memoir. Some of the best ideas seem to come to me in the middle of the night.
I can get a head start on meal planning for the next few days. Now that's a task that I always have the best intentions about, but limited follow-through.
The more I think about it, the more I think that this might turn into something wonderful. Never mind the fact, that I'll be walking around like a zombie due to lack of sleep. At least my email box will be under control, I'll be well read, my memoir will be finished, and we'll have healthy dinners every night. And if I fall asleep with my head in my plate, well so be it.