I had a rough night last night, and it wasn't even the baby's fault. Against my better judgment, I agreed to let Trev and Vic have a camp out in the living room. Wesley persuaded them to just sleep in our bed instead, which I'm pretty sure was because he knew he was going to pass out on the couch, and he didn't want to be disturbed.
I didn't go to bed until 1 am, and I had promised them that I would sleep in the bed with them. I crawled into the sliver of space they left me and quickly drifted off. Then at 3am, Vic woke me up to tell me she had wet the bed. I got her some new panties and was too tired to change the sheets, so I threw a blanket on top, had her lie on the blanket, and covered her up with my blanket.
Then at 3:30, Trevor shouted out "Mommy!" I jolted up to see what was wrong. His response- "I just wanted to see where you were." Then, he proceeded to toss ad turn for the rest of the night. So, after all of that, I rolled out of bed at 6:45 in order to get ready for work. That's right, I have to go in on a Sunday after sleeping for maybe 3 hours total. And, the 2 of them followed me out of the bed, so they are probably running on about 6 hours of sleep. All I can say is I smell a disaster brewing.