Lately I've been struggling with insomnia. Usually when I can't sleep it's because I'm worried about something, health, money, kids, animals. Lately though, it hasn't been that at all.

I lie awake in bed with random questions turning over and over in my head until I can't stand it anymore, I find with a small poke, a yank of the covers and a well placed ice cold foot though, Barry is also conveniently awake to ask my all important questions to. "What is pewter made of? What do you think the room temperature is ...in Calvin? etc."

Last week Barry started sleeping downstairs. He claims it's just too hot upstairs.

Currently I don't mind.

Now there is more room for the laptop on the bed, which I can consult at all hours of the night to find answers, more thorough answers then "Hmmphm lead and tin I think, maybe in the 300's or something..... snore".

Tonight I tried a sleeping pill. Now my heart is a racing, and I'm not feeling the least bit drowsy.

Why would a sleeping pill make your heart race?, Barry wants to know.

I want to know too ...I think I'll look it up.

In the mean time my little family has decided to camp out in the yard tonight.

I wasn't invited.

but I don't mind, what's a better gift to a mom, than an empty house, fresh popped buttery popcorn and an endless streaming of undisturbed movies from Netflixs

With just a few slight guilty glances out my window at a snug little tent. I'm settling down for a long summers night.