sleep, sleep glorious sleep!

Is it true that you can actually die from a lack of sleep? I am sure I read this somewhere, and I think I am now heading into the hallucination stage that comes before death, it was nice knowing you all!

Elliot has been poorly now for so long I wonder if he was ever actually well, I am considered renting him out to the local college, so they can scare teenagers off of having babies. I wonder how much I could charge per night.

Last night went down like this:

6 Elliot to bed

7 Cat and Alex to bed

8 Aidan to bed

8 till 10:30 attempting to work while a baby alternates screaming fits with babbling crawling around the floor

10:30 baby is asleep, and work is finished so time to unwind

Oppps now I knew it was not a good idea to buy the teachers Christmas presents in advance, when they were on offer. One tub of quality street opened and accidentally being eaten by me as I try to unwind ( and I don't even like quality streets all that much).

11 feeling chilled, but no point going to bed as the screaming will start soon

12 feeling very sleepy, but will fight it a little longer, as I am 100% certain that the screaming will start soon

12:30 ok I give up, off to bed I go

1am screaming starts with avengence, so in goes a bottle, calpol and ibuprofen

2am screaming continues

3am in goes another bottle, screaming continues

4am guess what, screaming continues

5am screaming continues accompanied now by my pitiful sobbing

6am in goes yet another bottle and yet more calpol, screaming continues

6:30am all is quiet, I am considering getting up, but will just close my eyes for a few minutes

7:30am Shit shit shit, bum bum bum and any other swear works I can think of. I have now over slept and have less than an hour to get 4 kids sorted and out of the house.

Now this had to happen on the one morning where I had forgot to get the homework done in advance. And what was the bloody homework for a 4 year old, find things that float and sink, for f~@* sake. So there I am filling the sink up with water and getting the girls to throw in any small item they can find in an attempt to record what floats or sinks.

8:30am  3 big kids loaded up with book bags, homework, water bottles, and dressed in coats and the other winter accessories. While one $%$&^^*&*(@@?~@&*&&%%£"$&* baby is still soundly asleep in his cot.

Someone is seriously taking the piss out of me at the moment, maybe this is what I get for not believing in god.