OK, so I fell asleep at an embarrassingly early hour last night (while reading a bed time story to my daughter) and then got up in the middle of the night, causing me to have a terrible time falling back to sleep. This mother is not done venting on this subject. The fact that my husband needs and often gets exactly eight hours of sleep a night blows my mind. If I could get that many hours of sleep a night, every night, I would honestly not know what to do with myself. I would probably start another consulting business or patent all the ideas that have come to me when I was up at night, trying relentlessly to get back to sleep. I recently was blessed with seven hours of straight sleep. The next morning, I went for a run, did laundry, made homemade pancakes for my kids, made their lunches, worked several billable hours (without checking Facebook once) and didn’t feel like dog poo all day. Uninterrupted sleep: what a concept.