It has been one of those weeks. You are rudely awakened by the sound of that dreaded yet popular word, “MUM!!”. Reluctantly you peel yourself away from the comfort of your bed and make the long journey down the hallway to see what awaits you. It is one of your Actives. They have decided that your name is a beautiful name and should be spoken at every waking moment without any obvious rhyme or reason. You assess the situation and in your semi-conscious state deal with whatever need has arisen. You try to do
this task as efficiently and quietly as possible in order to return to the comforts of your bed as fast as you can. After several hugs and kisses, you make that short trip back to your place of peace. Snuggling into the comforts of sheets and pillow that are yours only, you slowly drift off into darkness.
This moment of freedom is short-lived though, as another Active decides to sing your name, “MUM!!”. Again, you make that walk down the hall of darkness to see what awaits you. Ah, yes, the ever so demanding toilet call. How you long for the day that you are no longer needed to celebrate in this mundane task. Duties done and dusted; you make your way back to the comforts of your lonely bed. This, however, is not the moment you get to snuggle in and dream of, well, nothing! The night is young, and your journey back and forth down that hallway has just begun. In fact, you do that same trip at least another 5 or so times, although by now, you have lost count. Each time the night is slowly slipping away from you, and you fear for the sound of birds chirping their joyful morning song.
After settling your Active who happens to come in toddler size, you pray that this is the last call for the night. Back in the comforts of your bed, you drift back to that place of nothing. You are woken this time by the sound of little pitter-patters coming down the hallway. Who are we kidding, it’s more like a stampede of one, with their eyes set straight on you. You know you should rise before the moment of impact; however, your body has given in to exhaustion and is now 
glued to your sheets. Your Active makes it up on to the end of your bed and crawls measuredly up your body, not taking much care with elbows or knees. In your state of semi-consciousness, you are aware of your Active tossing and turning as they try and get comfortable across your body. You know you should get up and take them back to their room, but that seems too great a task for this unearthly hour of morn. Your Active finally decides that lying halfway across your face is the perfect place to complete their final hours of sleep. In
fear of waking them, you lie there not knowing whether to cry or laugh. For in those delusional moments of Active tossing, your furry feline decided that your pillow was THE best place to sleep. If that wasn’t bad enough, she decided that her derriere needed to be placed right up against your face!
The hour of day has since become a blur and of little importance as you lie there sardined with hubby squished against you, Active draped across your face, and cat derriere against your cheek. These are the moments where you ponder the true meaning of life and ask the question, “why me?!”. When all is said and done, deep down you know you wouldn’t change it for the world! The “Morning” sandwich remains engraved on your heart as a moment where you were loved and needed.
