These are the truths I have accepted. I can no longer remember why it mattered to escape anyway.
I have Stockholm Syndrome.
I mean, sleep is like super overrated anyway, right?
Seriously, I lay awake at night, waiting. I've discussed this before, and since adding a baby to the mix, the problem has only intensified.
So, I love my sleeplessness. Who needs eight hours of shut-eye anyway?
Me and insomnia, we're tight.
I should just get up and get stuff done. One of the cute grandmas I visit teach told me about how when her kids were little she'd put everyone (including her husband) to bed and then clean until 3am.
I am thinking of taking my Stockholm-like love of not sleeping to the next level and doing the same. Laundry-folding at 2am sounds almost appealing.
|From June 2011|
At least no two-year-olds would be around to destroy my neatly folded clothes. Vacuuming and lawn-mowing are probably not good options, but dishes? Sure. Why not! Bathrooms? Sounds perfect!
Sleep, YUCK! Sleep is stupid. Not sleeping is awesome. I love it.