Sore throat city over here. All I want to do is snuggle in under the covers and sleeeeeeep uninterrupted for the night. Alas, this is not to be as various wee ones have developed some nocturnal wanderings as of late. This usually involves a face two inches from mine saying "MOMMY?" in a very loud stage whisper. This is always posed as a question because apparently I am unrecognizable whilst sleeping. At which point I startle, rub my eyes, take a few seconds to figure out where and who I am and attend to the pressing 2am need of my child. This could include, but is not inclusive to: a glass of water, a bathroom escort, a stuffed animal search & rescue, or a debriefing from "Scooby-Doo: Where's My Mummy?" Once they are happily tucked back into bed, I am left owl-eyed for another 45 minutes or so. Sigh. On the super-duper plus side? It's a 3-day weekend coming up. Yay Thanksgiving!