4:45 a.m.

So. Sometimes little Isa will wake up, fuss around, chat a little, and put herself back to sleep. At the old house, I may have been quicker to run and try to put a paci in her mouth before she woke her sister up. But I've learned that Adrienne is an exceptionally heavy sleeper. Her little sis can be chattin it up, and Adri sleeps right through it. (Although Adrienne is a clone of her father, she does have her mother's sleeping habits.)
Anyway, I hear Isa at about 4:30 this morning starting to chat. She doesn't sound too upset or too loud so I roll over in my own warm bed and see if she'll fall asleep on her own. At 4:45, after 15 minutes of continual chatting on her part, I decide to brave the cold, creaky hardwoods to see what's up. I creak into her room. There she is, happy as can be, sitting up in her crib. I look over at Adri to see if she's slept thru it. I see her in bed, then I see Julian sitting up next to her. Oh my goodness, it's a slumber party.
Luckily our house has sleeping arrangements to accommodate more people than we currently have. Adrienne sleeps in a queen bed and Isa in her crib in one room. Julian has a single bed and his own room. BJ and I have a queen bed and a pack and play in our room.
I scooped up Adri, which is becoming an increasingly difficult task - she'll be scooping me up next week, I swear. Anyway, she went into my bed with daddy and that's the end of the story for her. Good girl. Isabelle stayed in her crib. I took Julian back to his room and crawled into bed with him.
From 4:45 - 5:15: Isabelle fussed around a little more. I went from Julian's bed to her room to readminister paci and blankey a few times. Julian and I had tagteam coughing. We are both disgustingly sick with gross chunky coughs, snotty noses, a lot of the color green involved, etc. Julian got medicine, water, tissue, this is pointless. The kid is wide awake. At 5:15, another check on Isabelle and she was finally asleep.
5:29, I give up. Julian and I go downstairs. I turn on a show for him. The only reason I am awake, out of bed, and watching Lasytown right now is because I am completely banking on the fact that at about 8:00 a.m. this kid is going to crash, Adrienne will be up (up meaning, lying on the couch watching a show) and I will be able to catch a breath. The bad news about these crappy nights is that they usually produce crappy days. I mean, I won't be able to go anywhere in the morning because I am hoping someone will be asleep at that time. I won't be able to go out in the afternoon because I pray that they are all asleep at that time. It makes for a long, boring, frustrating day.
I mean, look at me now, it's 5:51 and I am wide angrily awake. Sick, frustrated, tired, defeated, blogging. Very happy to know that Christmas is coming so soon...