The other night as I was having trouble sleeping, I began to worry that my earlier problems with sleeplessness had maybe returned. I had had a little trouble sleeping several nights in a row.

It turns out that I was wrong, because I fell asleep and slept like a baby that night. And I’m sleeping good ever since.

But I have to share with you a thought that entered my mind that night. I remember thinking how ironic a mother’s life is. When our kids are babies, we lose so much sleep that we are walking zombies. Their teenage years are not much better. I remember losing sleep waiting up for them and worrying about them.

Now, they’re all gone and having babies of their own, and I’m having trouble sleeping again. Where is the justice in that?

Then just before I dozed off, I remember thinking, “Oh well!! There’s always the big dirt nap!”

How many of you have trouble sleeping?