I'm not sure if this counts as confessional or not, but I guess I am admitting something about my housekeeping skills by telling you this.
I'm pretty sure there is a mouse living in our walls.
I heard it last night. It woke me up. First I thought it was rain, but when I realized it was coming on the opposite side of the room from the window, I realized that wasn't it. Then I thought it was my boys, who have been waking up VERY early since daylight savings. So, I turned off the baby moniter. But that wasn't it either.
That was when the scratching started and the sleeping officially ended.