In the Middle of the Night...

Quite possibly the only email I've ever sent at (checks clock) 3:13 a.m.

Hello, from ground zero.

Otherwise known as 2:11 a.m., on a “school night.”

It has been a strange day, but not nearly as strange as when I went to bed “early,” only to toss and turn from 11:30-12:30, eyes burning, yawning-tired. This is not typical for me. I battled pseudo-insomnia when I was younger, but something about motherhood or just life past my …