Insomnia Again

It's nearly 3:30 am.
I am still awake. This last week has been rough sleep-wise. Last night, I went to bed at 5 in the morning- just as the sun was breaking the horizon- thank heavens for the thick trees outside to the east. I didn't nap today either. Welcome to the parts of my life that actually define me as, and bring out the worst symptoms of, bi-polar disorder.
In other news, there was a bomb threat on base today. Had I been on base at the time, I would have found out first hand. Instead, I was made aware as a friend came over with her kids to play at noon-ish. She had been standing outside in the park for 2 hours and needed a place to sit.
After the London thing this week, (and I may rant tomorrow about the US media and the American arrogant attitude about "the world"), they had to be completely thorough, and she was not able to go home again until after four in the afternoon.
The house was... very noisy. The little one would get upset, and mom would coddle him. He would go back to play, and be back with more hurt feelings. I do not miss that age in my kids. Then there was the general ya-ya that ensues with a bunch of kids who get along great being packed in a 10' x 12' room together.
I was glad to help... I was glad when it was over, too.
Two six year olds, a five year old and a three year old in a house where a grumpy husband who is purposefully trying to escape and get a nap is combustible at best... especially when the hostess didn't see sleep during the hours of darkness. We made it through. Everyone in tact, and none worse for wear... Except me. As I am the only one still awake, and I am not sure how much longer it will be before I can retire without that nagging sensation of being exhausted, and sleep refusing to come to me.
Tomorrow is a commiscary day.
Pray for the other patrons of the Vogelweh store.