Tired

Tired, is what I am. You know that kid's book/song "There were 10 in the bed and the little one said, 'roll over, roll over' so they all rolled over and one fell out." Seriously, that was our bed last night. Zane woke up just after midnight yelling, "Mommy, I need you." The poor little guy has been sick all week (we're heading to the Dr's in about an hour). Rob got him and put him in our bed with us. We all went back to sleep until Cole woke up screaming a little before 4. Rob tried to carry a sleeping Zane back to his bed on his way to get Cole. But, Zane woke up so we had both little boys in bed with us. About 5 minutes later, the bed room door opens, and in walks a crying Avery. She had a bad dream about a ghost so she climbs in bed too. At this point there's Rob and I and 3 kids on our queen sized bed. It wasn't working out very well, so Rob got up and went to work. Zane fell back to sleep easily, I put Cole on my chest to give us more room and eventually he fell back to sleep. Avery on the other hand wouldn't stop talking. Finally, after nearly an hour she closed her eyes (and mouth) and fell asleep.