I hate it when I can't sleep at night.
Actually, I don't so much mind the not sleeping. I can get some stuff done with no little ones underfoot, and that is never something to gripe about. It's also quiet, a near impossible feat to accomplish in my house. No, the being awake part is not too bad.
It's the insomnia hangover I get the next day that really bites. The whole "stumbling, brain on autopilot, can't finish my sentences if they have hard words like 'dishwasher' in them, why don't you kids just have cheetos for lunch while mommy rests her eyes" thing.
The worst is when I know well ahead of time that this will be a "no sleep" night. Like tonight. It's only 9 ish...but I can feel the ol' body, plotting evil and chaos.
"Let's see...looks like Miss Fancypants [my body has cute little nicknames for me. Don't ask me how I know this. I just do.] has plans to go to the history museum tomorrow...we can't possibly let her do that clear eyed and rational. Oh, no, no, no. We must exhaust her to the point that she is a weepy, blathering idiot. It'll be fun!"
But sometimes, the no sleep night sneaks up unexpectedly. I can be in bed dozing off after a long day, completely exhausted, when all of the sudden my body goes off like a panicked captain on a crashing airplane. "Mayday, mayday!!! All nerves to attention!!! There has been an unacceptable breach of relaxation!!! We've got to get her up, people...move, move MOVE!!"
It's annoying when my body decides to pull an all-nighter without consulting me first.