You know that there are bad nights.  Nights with a baby.  Nights with a sick child.  Nights being sick.  Then there’s last night.

• Couldn’t easilly get to sleep…  Brain just kept going and going.
• Must have slept, because now Logan has just smacked me in the face.  He’s in the middle, with his pillow, and Sassy is now asleep over my head, instead of by my side.
• Awake again, with horrendous cramps.  2:10am.  Get up, take meds, heat up the corn pillow, try to go back to sleep, literally praying for let up from the pain.
• Logan smacks me.
• And again.
• Sassy decides to do her nightly ritual of nuzzles and kneading.
• Twice.
• I hear Poe get up at 4:30am.
• 10 minutes later, while he’s in the shower, I have to get up to turn the alarm off.  He didn’t turn it off, just put sleep mode on.
• Hear some kind of scuffle, crash, and moan.  Run into kitchen, where Poe is nursing a sore knee.  Pebbles spooked and ran under his feet.
• 10 minutes later it’s 5:20am and time for me to get up.

Happy freakin’ Monday.