I'll sleep when I'm dead!

     My children hate me.  Oh sure, they pretend to love me, kiss me goodnight and flash me that angelic grin.  I know the truth.  They have been plotting to slowly drive me to the edge of insanity.  Sleep deprivation is what they are aiming for and I believe we are there.  It makes you slow, dumb and weak. Oh we are definitely there.  It's only a matter of time before they start their mind control techniques. Oh crap, I think they have started that too!  In my weakened state of mind they talked me into cookies for breakfast and I willingly obliged.

     My total amount of sleep for last night totals 45 Minutes and that wasn't all at once.  I made the rounds between the 4 bedrooms.  It went a little something like this.  I woulds start to fall asleep and the baby would cry and take 15- 30 minutes to put her back to sleep. I would climb back into bed, start to fall asleep and Camden would scream bloody murder for Daddy who miraculously couldn't hear him.  Reassure Camden for 5 - 10 minutes and crawl back into bed.  Start to fall asleep and Ella started screaming about a bad dream.  Wash, rinse and repeat or rather lay down. close eyes, and and be startled awake just as you start to drift off.

     I exhausted, no wait, I'm beyond exhausted.  Is there a word for that? I should really look that up, if I remember in my compromised mental state.  I really am 2 seconds from sitting here silently staring and drooling, mainly because I am too tired to even swallow or blink.

     Off I go to suck it up and get on with my day. I could sit around and be grumpy and tired all day but really who has time for that.  So have a great day everyone while I entertain my little angels with out losing my mind or my temper.

Beating the Dead Sleep Horse

     So I have beat this topic to death but somehow I feel like I need to share this.  Maybe, just maybe someone has an idea, method, magic potion, absolutely anything to get Camden to sleep through the freaking night before this Mommy completely loses her mind.  Somehow the 10 wake ups from Camden and the normal few wake ups to nurse a baby during the night between the hours of 11:30 and 5:00 am doesn't leave a lot of sleeping time for me.  I'm running on fumes and the week has just begun.

     I don't understand it.  Camden sleeps overnight at his Grandparents and will maybe wake up once (he also pooped on the potty there but that's a whole different pity party on potty training the un trainable). What am I doing wrong?  He goes to bed great for me, so that isn't an issue.  Just the all night wake ups that's starting to drive me crazier than I already am. After 2 and a half years I can count the times he has slept through the night for us on one hand. 

     On days like today I feel like giving up.  I clearly don't know what I am doing when it comes to Camden.  I love him, play with him, feed him, discipline him, keep him clothed and bathed and get up with him 50 billion times in the night and yet its still not enough?  Maybe, if he slept through the night I would have the patience and energy to devote to him but he doesn't and I don't. 

     Please, I am begging you today to give me all your advice on sleeping.  Thank you and I hope you enjoy your Monday.