This is what happened to me the other night:
Put big kids to bed at 7 pm. Put Seth to bed at 8 pm after 8 ounces of Pediasure. Watch TV, let dogs out, put the puppy in his crate around 10, and fall asleep on the couch (Can't hear the kids from my bedroom, which is across the house from the kids room, plus I have a fear of them sneaking out of the house at night).
Just after I fall asleep around 11, I hear Seth shouting (and since he's deaf at night he doesn't have volume control). I ignore it for some unspecified amount of time, then get up, find a sippy cup, and bring him a drink. He is standing in his crib, shaking his fist at me, and he grabs the cup out of my hands. I realize I have to pee, so I go to the bathroom in our bedroom (we only have one working bathroom right now) which just happens to be where the puppy's crate is. He wakes up and whines until I let him outside and wait for him to finish up. I let him back in, chase him back into his crate, and go lay back down. It's after midnight.
Then it all happened again about 2. Except this time, I ignore the dog and he has an accident in the crate and spreads it all over(he seems to be able to have the ability to poop out of spite when he's mad), so I have the lovely added step of cleaning that up after tending to Seth and before emptying my own once again bursting bladder. I swear, I have never had to pee so much in my life, even when pregnant.
Finally I go lay back down, only to find not one, but two children laying in my spot on the couch, pretending not to be watching the tv that is still on because I have an issue with falling asleep without background noise. Seth's ticked off tirade woke them up and I have to talk them back into going to sleep in their own rooms because there is no way I can deal with the propeller arms and legs that these two seem to have when sleeping. Ava tells me that she can't sleep and it's my fault because I let her watch a scary movie, and that the curtains were maybe ruffling and life is too scary to live. Jace repeats everything she says verbatim and tries to look like he means it.
Eventually I get them back to sleep, and by then, I am wired and cannot turn my brain off and by the time I fall asleep it's well past three and then, before I know it, it's 5 am and Seth is up again and screaming again. By this point, I think we all know that if I don't calm him down, he'll wake up the puppy and the puppy will wake up the kids and we'll be having a freaking picnic in the dark or something, so I break down and give him more milk and then it's 7 am. My alarm is going off and it's time to get the kids up for school, except that they're still fast asleep because of being up in the night and Seth is totally cashed out. I end up having to drag him out of bed moments before we leave for school and herd the kids, who are still sleepy, out the door.
Yeah, every night has been similar to that. I'm going to die. The best part is that in a couple of months we'll have a newborn in the house who actually has a reason to wake up every two hours. I may have to be committed.
Yes, for the record, I know that Seth doesn't need milk every couple of hours in the night and he needs to learn to go back to sleep on his own (which he used to do just fine). I also know that for right now it seems that keeping him quiet is the only way to keep the rest of the house asleep. It's a conundrum.
So if I start typing nonsense words I probably fell asleep at the keyboard.
