Insomnia

It's 2:30 in the morning and I can't sleep.

I have a Mercy Me song stuck in my head.
I am singing only a part of it over and over again because I don't know the rest of the words.
While I sing that part of that song, it's God With Us, in case you were wondering, [love it]
I am making a mental list of all the things that I [think] I must get done this weekend.

Charlie's birthday party is this weekend and we're having a house full of guests. Looking forward to it....just seem to have a lot to do. I'm making him a Monkey Cake. Future posts shall show if it was successful or not :)

Tonight, or last night I guess, we began our Ladies Bible Study. We're doing the Beth Moore study on the book of Daniel. I love that woman. I wish we could be BBF. She is such an amazing woman and I am really looking forward to burying my nose in some Daniel for the next 11 weeks!
I'm a nerd and came home with my fresh, new handbook all excited, showing my hubby. "I get homework! I shall buy a new pen and highlighter tomorrow!" See, nerd.

Why do our minds run rampant with unimportant ideas, thoughts, etc. Especially at 2 in the morning? I guess this is when some of the best ideas come to fruition. At least for me...
[Still singing Mercy Me]

The dog has serious snoring issues.

I'd really like to wake James up and have him sit and talk to me until I'm sleepy. That's selfish, isn't it? I did do that one time, when we were first married. Of course he was like, "oh sure, honey....here, let me rub your arm while we chat the night away. Who cares that I have to get up in 3 hours for a long day of work." Now he'd snort and turn the other direction. Ha. So would I, so I can't blame him.

It probably doesn't help that I'm staring wide eyed into a blaring white computer screen.

I remember as a kid, my mom would have the same problem. Sometimes I would wake in the middle of the night and she'd be in the kitchen on her hands and knees scrubbing the floors. In the wee hours of the night! I always thought this was a strange sight. But now I get it. I could totally go scrub me some floors right now, but I did all of them already today, I mean, yesterday.
I think back to watching her do that, and wonder what was going on in her world. Was she really just not sleepy? I'd venture to say no. She probably had a million things running through her mind, a million stresses of being a single mom, and I had no clue [at the time] what was going through her mind, what challenges the next day was going to bring her. And I sit here and stress over such trivial little things. Shame on me.

I think I'll try the sleep thing again. But not before I pray. Does anyone else ever fall asleep praying? Anybody? I used to feel so guilty for doing that...now I kind of see it as a blessing. What better way to fall asleep than to praying to our God? Sweet dreams.

Now you go pray for me that I am nice to my kids in the morning, when I'm not wanting to get out of the bed because I'm tired......