Where's the Snooze Button?

I like sleep. A lot. Sometimes in the evenings I forget just how much I enjoy sleep and then I stay up much too late, sometimes checking things off my to-do list, but more often than not, just wasting time on the internet.

Why am I thinking so much about sleep today? I didn't get much of it this weekend. Peter woke up in the middle of the night on Friday with croup. Bryan did the bulk of the care-taking, sitting in both a steamy bathroom for a while and then in front of an open window (while wrapped in blankets) so Peter could alternately have the benefits of the hot humidity and the frozen night air. I dropped off at 1:00AM, Bryan followed suit at 3:00AM.

Saturday was long.

I don't function particularly well on too little sleep. Bryan and I traded off who got to nap when. We had a sick day full of watching movies and trying in vain to keep Peter from running around (which aggravates the cough).

I had learned my lesson by Saturday night. I was in bed by 10:20PM. Granted, it took me a while to fall asleep, but I was still in bed earlier than usual. And it's a good thing, because morning came much sooner than I had anticipated. Both boys woke up at 2:45AM, Cooper because he didn't feel well and Peter because Cooper was crying so loudly.

I really am determined that our next bed will be king-sized. A queen is simply not big enough for all four of us. For being small people, the boys take up a lot of room. Also, Peter and Cooper can stay awake for a surprisingly long time without moving much. I thought they had gone to sleep, but by 4:00AM I had grown weary of waiting for them to nod-off and return them to their beds.

The night ended with Bryan holding Cooper in the boys room (apparently Cooper falls asleep the moment Bryan holds him, but not so much for me) and Peter and I in my room. (Divide and conquer, no?) I discovered something interesting: both Bryan and Peter like to sleep right in the middle of the bed. Sprawled. Also, Peter talks a lot when he should be sleeping. Finally, by 5:00AM I had convinced Peter that it was too early for breakfast and that he should go back to sleep. An hour and a half later Peter woke me up.

Sunday was also long.

I would blame the sleeplessness on illness, but that wouldn't be the truth. At least one boy wakes up every night wanting to be snuggled. Now, I do love a good cuddle with my boys, but I'm starting to miss sleeping for more than four hours at a time.