Wakeful Moments

January 3, 2010

I'm best in the wee hours of the morning. No, I'm not talking about sex. I'm talking about ideas.

I wake up almost every night at about 2 a.m. with my brain in full gear remembering the things I'd forgotten to do the day before, worrying about money, coming up with a new marketing idea for my business--and creating my next blog. Like this one!

My husband grumbles as I fight the wakefulness at first. I toss and turn and fluff my pillow yet again, trying to get the sand man to sprinkle more sleep on me before finally giving up and turning on the light.

First, I reach for my handy-dandy pad of paper and pen always sitting faithfully on my nightstand. I capture the illusive idea; make the to-do list; write the worries and how to fix them--all while listening to my husband snore away in blissful sleep. I envy how he can sleep through the night with never a worry. Oh, I forgot. I do all the worrying for the family! I think it was part of that invisibile contract I signed when becoming a wife and mother.

Anyway, once I've scribbled the latest wakeful though, I turn to my sleep aid. Again, no, not sex. A book. This is when I get most of my reading done too. But these aren't the books I'm supposed to be reading: "Making the Most of Your Business," "How to Shear Sheep," "Growing the Biggest Pumpkins." We're talking juicy, romantic, sex-filled vampire books (okay, at least lately since there are so many of them now). Did I say "not sex" earlier? Well, maybe I was wrong. Maybe it IS sex that gets me back to sleep--at least vicariously through my book...