Growing up I wondered why my Grandma never seemed to sleep. She was always up so early in the morning. Then the older my Mom got the earlier she was awake. Now I think them b&$#+(%’s passed it down to ME!?! Why??? That’s just rude. I’m certain it’s more of that Karma stuff. (Yeah, yeah, teen years ….. blah blah blah). Now, put me on the couch? Pffffffttttttt I can fall asleep almost instantly, in the most uncomfortable positions. What’s up with THAT!?  So, I trudge upstairs, cuddle up in bed and…… and…… and….. yup I stare at the ceiling. Drum my fingers on my stomach. THEN! My mind starts to get in on that action. Ya know, you really need to wash all the bathroom rugs, when was the last time you did an inventory of the pantry? Oh my gosh! That would make a cute t-shirt (Do I REMEMBER what that was!?!?! noooooooo of course not!). Have I posted anything to Instagram lately? Have I? I wonder if… did I put anything out for dinner tomorrow. YUP! Inside my mind is a scary, scary place. It’s messy, but don’t move anything if you look inside. I know where…