Night Of Comedy Of Errors Of Not So Funny

It was a very long day yesterday and an even longer night. Technically it's still that long night as I've been up since 3 am. I just want some sleep. And some alone time. And not someone touching me or hanging off of me everysinglewakingandsleepingmoment.

Last night, I finally got Gray to sleep and was just about to dip my foot into a hot bath with silky salt scrub when Noah appears and asks if he can have a bath. His back or leg or toe itches and a bath would make it feel so much better. Normally I'd lasso the moon for this child, but not tonight. Tonight Mommy needs her bath or her brain might fall right out of her head and onto the floor. And quiet time is much overdue. And no more children out of their beds. I tell him go back to bed or talk to Daddy. Anything. Just get out.

I attempt to take my now interrupted soak and soon my tooth starts hurting. My tooth! Come on! I get out way sooner than planned and do a good flossing and brushing (now that did feel good) and try to just go to bed already.

Noah apparently has not gone back to bed or to talk to Daddy and is waiting for me when I get out. He tries to snuggle with me in bed (now I'm sandwiched between him and Gray) but when he tries to tell me to move over so he has more room, I give him the boot and tell him to sleep on the floor or go to his bed. Wouldn't you know he makes a big production and gets all his covers and pillows and just makes a bed on the floor. Fine. At least I can just stretch out now.

Until the feet in my back and coughing starts. Gray decides my baby belly would make a much better pillow. Cough. Or my hip. Cough. Or my belly. Or my hip. Cough. Is this for real? Yes. It is for real.

I can't believe hubby is sleeping through all this but am glad someone is. For when I lose it or am found comatose tomorrow, he'll be able to take care of the children.

I roll out of bed and decide my night only has a chance of getting better if I just leave our room altogether. I'm on the first step of the stairs when I hear a whimper from Carter's top bunk. My shoulders sag and I wait to hear if he's ok. I can't even be alone at three in the morning. More crying. So I go see what's the matter. He's afraid a grizzly bear is going to get him. There's no bears go back to sleep. Fortunately that seems to satisfy and I come downstairs. Where I am now. Eyes awake but body and mind very asleep.

My family's safety may depend on me getting a nap and/or Starbucks and/or a very long bath and/or long extended periods of silence by myself today.