If only . . .

So Friday night, I got some form of insomnia. Daren and I were home watching a movie around 9-ish and I fell asleep. I went up to bed around midnight and slept for two more hours.

Bam! My internal clock alarm went off at 2:30 a.m. I was wide awake. No more pleasant dreams. I'm up.

Truthfully, I'm a little surprised. I'm awake and coherant. This isn't my usual state in the middle of the night. If I'm awake in the middle of the night, historically I am in a state between sleep and manic hysteria. (I am a sleep: talker, walker, paranoid psycho usually running around the house at 2:00 a.m. declaring our house is under a: HIDE 12-16. Or that the World Series "goods" are being delivered to my home, or that I have to feed the stake after conference. Yeah, the list is long and the stories are funny.)

For some people, five and a half hours is plenty of sleep and all they need. Not for me. The more sleep the better! So . . .here I am at 2:30 a.m. coherant, thinking what do I do now?

Here's what I did:

1. I get two and a half hours of uninterrupted homework done. I finished at 4:45 a.m.
2. Cleaned all my kitchen drawers and cupboards. I finished at 6:00 a.m.
3. Folded laundry. I finished at 6:30 a.m.
4. Decluttered the main floor of the house. I finished at 7:00 a.m.
5. Read. I finished at 8:00 a.m.

By now, everyone is waking up, I'm actually happy to have some company.

6. Made breakfast. I finished at 8:45 a.m. By this time, I have just about finished an entire day.

7. Michelle, Daren and I went on a bike ride for two hours. I finished at 1:00 p.m.

It's lunchtime and I'm still going strong.

The day was productive, eventful, and I never took a nap. I did not fall asleep until 9:00 that night. I wondered when I went to sleep if my superhuman abilities would be with me and grant me another day. I didn't wake up until Daren woke me at 7:30.

Shoot . . . if only I could bottle that superhuman strength. Oh, yeah, I guess it is probably bottled and marketed by some pharmaceutical company or sold on the streets . . .

It was a nice day.

And my kitchen is organized and clean.

Drug-free.