Sleep is so overrated....

1:50 AM: "Yeee, eeee, eeee" accompanied with giggles resound through the second floor of the apartment.

1:52 AM:  I cover my head with the pillows and think if I ignore it, it will go away.

1:56 AM:  Pull myself out of bed and go to the bathroom.  On my way out I make a stop in the culprit's room.  He's lying in his bed with a big smile on his face.  I pull his weighted blanket over him and tell him "Shhhh. It's sleeping time.  You need to sleep."

2:10 AM:  The sounds haven't stopped.  I'm kicking myself in the ass for not getting him his evening supplements.  I know for a fact that his evening cocktail helps him sleep.  And now I'm getting paid back.

2:30 AM:  Hear Brian's pitter-patter to his brother's bedroom.  Since I am such a great mother I don't do anything about it.  I know Corbin's a heavier sleeper than I am and that I can't hear Brian as well from Corbin's room.  Maybe I'll get a bit more sleep in.

2:55 AM:  "MOOOOM!!!! I'm having a NIGHTMARE!!!!!!" Now Corbin is awake.

3:05 AM:  Have successfully calmed Corbin down but he wants the lights on.  No way Brian will sleep with the lights on so I escort him back to his own room.

3:15 AM: Hear Brian making his way back to Corbin's room.  Lie waiting to hear complaints from Corbin.  Don't hear any.  So I don't stop him.

3:30 AM: "MOOOOOOOOOM!!!  I can't sleep, Brian won't stop talking!!!"  Escort Brian back to his room.  Stress to him he that he (meaning me) needs sleep.

3:40 AM:  Wishing I bought myself some noise-cancelling headphones when I bought Brian his.  I would totally sleep in them.

Drift off to sleep some time after 4:00.

6:00 AM: The alarm clock gets thrown against the wall.



After work, picking up the boys, I was told I looked tired.  I always love that line- it's just a nicer way of saying that I look like shit.  Tired doesn't even begin to explain it.