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.