I suppose I could try one of the popular sleep aids, or as The New York Times called them last Sunday, "mother's little helper of the new millennium". But I am entirely convinced that I would be the one out of a thousand people who would fall victim to the dreaded SRED (sleep related eating disorder). I can see it now.... my jeans start to feel tight so I hook up a web cam in the kitchen and am horrified to discover that every night I creep into the kitchen and stand at the open refrigerator in a trance, eating whole packages of cookie dough and chugging half and half from the carton. When they invent a sleep aid that has the potential side effort of causing sleep-running on treadmills, I'll be all over it.
Meanwhile, maybe I'll just use these photographs of my sweet children and their amazing capacity for peaceful slumber as inspiration. On the other hand, I think I'll just pop into the kitchen and get the ingredients together for these Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Muffins....they will be a lovely treat to wake up to.
|Let sleeping children lie....unless they might fall down the stairs.|
|Running on empty...|
|The Slumbering Superhero (note candy wrappers)|
|The not-so-vigilant vigilante|