Last night, for the first time in ages, I got 8 hours of solid sleep. I didn’t hear a peep from the kids (although, the cold medication I took just before bed probably helped me filter it out, plus Sir Monkeypants was the Parent On Call for most of the night). I went to bed at 10pm and slept like the dead until 6am. Sweeet.

Today I feel like superwoman. Usually while Gal Smiley is having her nap, all I can do is flake on the couch while the Captain watches a Thomas video. Not today! Today I’ve already: registered the Captain for swim lessons at the pool, Christmas shopped with Gal Smiley, totally reorganized the basement, played hockey with the Captain, cleaned up the kitchen, done the dishes, brought in the garbage bins, and done three loads of laundry. Domestic Power!

Tonight is poker night and usually when I show up there, all I can talk about is how freakin’ tired I am. Not tonight! Tonight I will be invincible at the poker table and the snack table! I cannot be denied!

I’m starting to believe that the secret to all the world’s problems is just a good, solid night’s worth of sleep. If I got a full 8 hours every night, I could conquer all! I could finish my novel! I could have a clean house! I could solve world hunger! I could remember stuff that Sir Monkeypants told me less than five minutes ago!

When the kids finally move out…I will be unstoppable!