Insomnia

I woke up last night at 2 am. I do almost every night, but last night, I couldn't go back to sleep. My mind was busy keeping me awake as I planned two upcoming birthday parties and wondered if I should maybe write the ideas down somewhere since inevitably I will forget my brilliance. Then my mind moved on to other things.
I am currently writing my life history while I still remember it. I was up to preparing to go on my mission and stopped to take a break. So I was thinking about my progress and if there was anything I had left out and writing and rewriting the whole thing in my head. I wondered if I wasn't in too much of a hurry to get to the present. Maybe I should slow down and put in more details. . .or maybe I should erase some parts??
I'm tempted, but as difficult as it may be to write - my grandmother has inspired me. I just finished her story and she left in the parts she probably would rather have erased. I was grateful. As difficult as it must have been to write, I know that without conflict, there isn't a story. Her justification of trucking through the mud? "If I don't tell the whole truth, what's the point of writing it?" I have to agree. It's a painful process at times to relive the embarrasing naive choices and mistakes of my youth, but if I leave them out who will benefit and who will want to read it?
I hope that someday when my grand daughter is feeling rather dumb at making a silly mistake and wonders if she is the only one, she will find hope in my story that she is not and there is redemption. Maybe she will even gain something from my mistakes. I do plan on being a miraculously perfect human being by the time I die by the way.
Anyway, after lying there for over an hour, I finally got up and went into the other room as to not disturb my sleeping, snoring husband (perhaps that was part of the cause?) who is suffering from rhinitus of Spring Allergy Season, and opened my story. I wrote until 6 am before I quit and decided I might finally fall asleep for an hour before having to get up. I tiptoed into my bedroom to find my husband now up studying for his big presentation tomorrow.
He wanted to talk. I wanted to sleep. After twenty minutes of mm-hmms, I finally informed him that I intended to get some shut eye before I had to be up in 40 minutes. He left me alone and I finally slept. That is until 7am when I woke up to help get Jessica on her way to school. Fortunately Jhonny was home this morning to take her. He does when he doesn't have to take off for work at 3am.
Lily of course wouldn't let me go back to bed. Now I'm up and I can't sleep again. It's 1:30pm and I'm still in PJ's as is Lily who is taking her nap. Some days are like that I guess. If only I didn't have to go get dressed so I won't be entirely embarrassed as I pick up Jessica from school. I envy those who get to wait for a school bus to bring home their precious children. 1/2 mile more and I could have enjoyed that luxury myself. Sigh.