Startled awake by a passing big rig.
Awakened by Eldest's phone call describing his nighttime adventures at Disneyland.
Shot awake because the door next door slammed. Twice.
Awakened by God-knows-what.
Pulled from the sleep of the dead by a 7-year-old boy opening a drawer in the bureau next to my head to get his clothes to start the day.
How's the mini-vacation with the two younger kids going? At least I slept before we left home.