By AMY KEELING WALTON
Picture it: You are lying comfortably in bed, your body relaxing against the silky softness of your Egyptian cotton sheets, when suddenly your eyes pop open and you remember something you almost forgot. All feelings of relaxation are gone and in their place is the symphony of your husband’s snores and the racing thoughts in your head.
What do you do? Frantically reach into the darkness for your last Ambien? No.
You carefully reach for the notebook and pencil you keep beside your bed for times like this.