No rest for the weary. . . .

I'm sure all of you know how a "bad night" goes.........we've had many.......... here's a rundown of my most recent.........It's night 4 of no sleep. (G has his usual ear infections following drainage - and has fevered constantly for 72 hours 103 to 104.....broken out in hives, and is trying to cut his bottom 2 year molars.) The nightmare started on Friday. Today, I'm happy to report - with the help of my good friend Motrin - he's been running around the house in his undies singing "5 dollar, 5 dollar footlong"

9pm - Laying C man down to sleep. He and I were watching the Bachelor in my bed.

9:30 - G gets last dose of motrin, and is crying that his teeth hurt and is yanking at his ear. Thankfully no more fever. That's the worse....... He comes to hug me goodnight and stinks of smoke - ugh! Him and Daddy built a fire outside this evening after a 30 minute toddler meltdown wanting to go outside.

9:45 - G is put to bed, and for the first time in days, Dh and I can just sit in silence and relax. It's been a helluva weekend. I'm looking forward to getting a night of sleep myself after being sick the previous one puking my guts out (too much greasy food)

10:30 - I'm trying my darnest to go to sleep and Dh has caught his second wind. He's irritating me, jumping on the bed, poking at me, etc. I'd like to know where this sudden burst of energy came from. Oh yeah, he got to nap for 3 hours today. I did not. He keeps singing my "d*ck in a box" from that Justin Timberlake SNL skit. Nice. Real Nice.

11:00 - Okay seriously, leave me the heck alone. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep.

11:15 - The noise that makes us cringe. G's door creeks open and little footsteps are getting closer. Already? Not Again.......... G climbs in bed and thinks "he needs to sleep with daddy and watch a little more tv" No way kid. Off you go.

11:30 - I'm asleep.

12:45 - bedtime is halted , again. G comes in bed crying that his teeth hurt and wants to sleep with daddy. Tylenol. He lays with us for a few minutes and I tell Dh to get him back to bed. Dh and I briefly talk about how he used to climb in bed with his parents too, and they'd never take him back to his room. Note..... brief.

2:00 - I get awakened by the sound of G's shake and go car right by my face telling me to "Show some Respect Homes....) Kinda Funny, But then again not so much. He gets to lay in bed with us for a minute - then Mommy takes over. GO TO BED!

4:00 - I hear wild monkey sounds coming from G's room - which are really loud over the monitor. It's his stuffed monkey that squeals when you squeeze it's belly. Funny again, for a second. Then, again...not so much. I hear nothing more and foolishly think he is asleep.

4:15 - I open my eyes to see G staring at me like one of the children of the corn or something. SERIOUSLY!? I put him in our bed. He wins. I'm so tired.

5:30 - Enough is enough. The poor kid is full of snot. He's snoring like no one/nothing I've ever heard before in my life. He breaths in from his mouth, but then out every opening of his body. I've spent the last hour listening to a snoring orchestra that is made of up the sounds of armpit farts, the suction tool that the dental hygienist uses to suck up all the spit (an occasionally your tongue) and a wild bore choking on a very squeaky toad. This is unreal. And the kid, to top it off, has some hellacious gas. Again....BACK TO BED!

6:15 - Dh's alarm is going off. Who really cares, it's not like we weren't already awake. Oh well.

6:30 - I manage to fall asleep for a short lived nap.

7:00 - Dh leaves for work and as he kisses me goodbye says.........wow. what a night. I say bye and don't really want to talk about it.

7:30 - G is back at my bedside and I just hold him tight while we watch cartoons and wait for C man to wake up.

8:00 am - It's all over. Or is it? I'll let you know.