Well, no suck luck with the second Christmas miracle. Alex was up at least 4 or 5 times last night, so I just slept on the floor in her room so I could pat, tuck in and generally comfort the Snotty One. In true Alex form, about the last time I got her on her way back to sleep, she started talking. Always has an opinion about everything, even if it makes no sense to the average English-speaking adult.

And, of course, early this morning, after tossing, turning and wincing on the wood floor all night, I heard at least one cat investigating Alex's door. Probably wondering why I didn't seep by the canned cat food all night so I could be ready if they got hungry...

Anyhoo, now Alex and I are both feeling super-crappy, but at least I know how to blow my nose.