A Little Night Music

I function (barely, but that's beside the point) on very little sleep.

It's partially because our meant-for-two-people queen-sized bed is grossly overpopulated.

-There are, of course, Curtis and myself who actually BELONG there.
-Then there's Coby, who sleeps with us because I sleep literally holding my babies until they're old enough that I get over the fear of SIDS. (I know, I'm weird like that.)
-Then there's Cameron, who goes to sleep in his own bed every night but without fail joins us at or before 2 a.m.
- And finally there are the damn cats, who insist upon sleeping on my feet. Because bony feet are, like, so comfortable.

Due to my lack of shut-eye, it's a wonder that I'm able to continue to produce quality illustrations such as this:

I do it all for you, friends. All for you.

Add into the mix the ear-splitting yappings of Josie, our new puppy, who - despite being set up in her own little cushy corner with blankets and everything - insists on vocalizing her displeasure at least once a night, and it isn't hard to see why sleep is a rare commodity for me.*

*Although I seem to be the only one affected by all this because everyone else sleeps right through it. Ugh. 

To truly let you share in the "music of my night," I am imbedding an actual, live 22-second recording that I took from my bed at 2:34 this morning (I keep my phone under my pillow for just such an occasion). That rumbling freight-train noise is Curtis snoring, accented by the sweet trill of Josie's big mouth in the other room. And be sure to listen until the end, when the baby starts fussing. Classic.

Enjoy ... and may you sleep better than I do.