Monday.

3:15 AM I am woken up by a crying Abram(what!?). As I go into the kitchen to fix a bottle I hear more crying coming from the boys room. I make my way in the dark and see Cooper in the top bunk saying he is going to throw up. We make it to the bathroom for some dry heaving with no results. He carries on in his dramatic way and I have him sit on the couch while I attend to the baby who is beyond mad and letting the house know that he will not tolerate being ignored. Twenty-five minutes later after getting a full belly and a dry diaper he is back asleep. Cooper is still awake on the couch and I walk him back to his room. Up the ladder he goes back to bed for about thirty seconds when he starts to cry again. Back down the hallway I head to lead him to the toilet, this time with results. Ugh. He can now sleep on the couch with a trash can right beside him and as I am telling him to come and get me if he needs to, here comes Wyatt. "Whatcha doin in here?" *big sigh* Once I tell Wyatt it is not time to get up he begins complaining about his leg hurting. Oh . . . the pain is unbearable, what are we going to do? 1 1/2 teaspoons of Tylenol and off to bed with Dad while I get Cooper situated. I finally make it to bed around 4:45 AM just in time to hear Brian's alarm go off at 5:00. Back to sleep for another time with Wyatt's legs and arms flailing about. Up for good around 7:00 while between the two hours I was up twice more for more throw up and pushing Wyatt to the FAR side of the bed. These are the days I wish I could clone myself for I am unable to function on not much sleep. Happy Monday!