More airport trips, or does something else disturb your rest?

Requisite adulting stemming partly from yesterday's airport trip upset the delicate flower of my sleep's currentmost vague resemblance of a cycle.

I was exhausted and fully crash-ready at about two thirty, three this morning -- but the get Evie up and moving for school alarm (hilariously-to-me named muppet show morning) goes of at 7:18

...and as dead on my feet as I was, I was more than solidly certain that if I tried and actually managed to sleep, I'd either sleep through or turn off the alarm, then have to drag my worse of-by-being-barely-slept butt behind a steering wheel to get her to school on time -- and no. No.

...but now I am awake again. Still awake. Ho hum.

Fortunately everything that needs doing / I can use as a potentially productive distraction today exists inside the house

(unless you count the garage separately, but it's ::converts:: 20C, supposed to get o 28, and MUGGY today, with the rain I was promised just creeper skulking around but never following through. in the garage is gross. in the HOUSE is just barely not-gross.)