Murder is not an option – Hive and Nest

It is 5:11 AM.   My alarm clock should be going off in a few minutes. I have been up for half an hour, though.  Why? Let me give you the transcript:

Mister:  Jennie?  Jennie, are you awake? Me: [I can hear him and actually think as I’m coming out of a deep sleep, “should I wake up or just stay asleep?  What if he’s freaking out and needs to talk?”  Which happens occasionally. I choose to wake up. My mouth isn’t awake yet, so what comes out is] hmmmph? Mister: Are the sprinklers on?  I think I hear them. Me: I don’t know.  Probably. Mister: I thought you turned them off because of all the rain. Me: It hasn’t rained in almost two weeks.  So I turned them back on. Mister: Oh, I was just wondering because I thought I heard the sprinklers. Me: [my voice becoming agitated and high-pitched]  Did you actually wake me up at 4:30 to ask me about the sprinklers?  Because that is the cruelest thing you have ever done. Mister: my sleeping pills aren’t working.

So, do I stay awake and work out and drink an awful lot of caffeine today?  (I was crazy enough to invite a new family over for dinner and Family Home Evening tonight.  They have six kids as well. So I have some cleaning to do.  Plus I have to finish the family room curtains which I started four months ago, but haven’t felt pressed to finish until now. In other words, napping will not be a possibility.)

Or do I try to get back to sleep, which may or may not happen? I may just end up fuming in bed for an hour or so.  

I know I’m supposed to be doing the food storage item of the week, but I’m too mad to talk about that right now.

It’s sugar (5 lbs. per person), in case you are going to the store this morning.  I’ll write more about it later.