In theory, I should be sleeping right now.
It's 2:20am and I went to bed originally around 12:30am. I took half a benadryl (for my eyes and sinuses) and then finished reading Rachael Ray's 30-Minute Meals 2.
And I waited.
And shifted, and turned, waited some more, pet the cat, pet another cat, waited...
Grabbed my lavender-filled eye mask, re-arranged the pillows...
Finally Stinkerbell made her appearance in the bedroom, looking for trouble, so I got up and captured her, put the baby gate up in the hallway and sat down with my laptop (and the skunk) on the couch.
We have a King-sized bed, but sometimes it might as well be a twin.
And yes, I could kick the animals out, but then I feel like a terrible mother.