Benadryl (Grateful, Day 3)

I had insomnia in college.  Once I had my first kid, though, the idea of not sleeping when I had the chance was entirely ludicrous. As the parade o'kidlets continued, I was grateful to report to all and sundry that I got at least 8 hours a night, no problem.  Until this year, when my old pal Insomnia came back with a vengeance, dropping in each morning at 3 and keeping me company through the wee smalls.  I counted sheep.  I made lists.  I read the entire Anne of Green Gables series.  I played Words With Friends with my peeps in other timezones.  I cleaned toilets.  I tweezed my eyebrows (a bad idea at 4 AM). Finally, I gave up and took two Benadryls, and slept through the night.

Problem solved?  Probably not.  Crisis averted?  You betcha.