I’m not sure of the dwelling habits of the average troll, but in my mind, I see them creeping around at night.  They have a purpose, but to an outsider they may look like they are confused and a little out of sorts.

This is my family circa 3:30 in the morning.  Between the 2 kids and the cat, my husband and I seem to wander the halls of our house way too much.  We’re both hunched over, feeling our way around the dimly lit house.  I am decidedly more freakish as I also wander without my glasses.  We sleep wherever we can catch a few zzz’s, rummaging for a blanket to cover our bodies even if the entire blanket only covers from our feet to mid-thigh.  We move kids (who are often inexplicably bare-assed) from one bed to another, take plastic bags away from an annoying feline, and try our hardest to pretend during the following day that we are well-rested.

Humans by day, nocturnal trolls by night.  That’s us.  (Note: this picture was taken this morning!).