Wiggling your toes can help insomnia... unless you're the spouse of the insomniac

The kids go back to school tomorrow and I'm overjoyed. Because I've been sort of feeling like they've stuck a bendy straw in me and have been slowly sucking out my soul over the past week. Sip by sip.

Except it's now 1:30 in the morning and I have to be up at 6:30 in order to get them all to their respective schools on time.

I was in bed by midnight. I stared at the blue glowing projection clock on my ceiling for a full 40 minutes before I decided to just get up and read blogs. The Man is comfortably sleeping like a rock and I'm awake.

Tomorrow's going to be a long day...