Okay I think the problem here is that you’re looking at things the wrong way. I mean, sure, you could look it as insomnia. But it’s not like I do nothing all night! I cook ahead for the day, I bake bread, I do the dishes, I clean the kitchen, I do the laundry. When you think about it, the effect on you is that you wake up in the morning to a clean house and clean clothes and food.
I’m not an insomniac; I’m a fucking house-elf.
So from now on I’m going to expect a lot more gratefulness and bowls of milk, and a lot less “I miss you” and “we never talk anymore” and “maybe we should try leaving the house”.