Sleep Deprivation

I don't know what has gotten into these boys of mine. Is it daylight savings time? Or just a weird fluke of waking up in the middle of the night thinking it's time to eat, drink and play? I don't know but I do know that after two nights of it I am finished. I have reached a point in motherhood that I expect to get a decent night sleep except for those times that someone is sick. When they are tiny I expect to get no sleep and just deal with it, but now? The baby is one, HE sleeps through the night as long as no one does something crazy like climb into the crib with him and wake him up (ahem, Zack) or wake up screaming their head off thus waking up everyone in the house (this is also Zack.)

So at 4 am I wake up finding myself sandwiched between Mark and Zack. I have no memory of them getting there but now Mark is talking. And talking. And talking. I tell him he can sleep in my bed ONLY if he stops talking and goes to SLEEP. And then the baby cries. It's 4:30 and I get up to help him. But wait, no sooner do I get to the living room and the crying stops. Good! That saved me a trip upstairs. Mark kept talking and I told him to go to his own bed. I'm not the nicest momma in the middle of the night. I think I slept for about 30 minutes when I realized Zack was up and in the kitchen crying. Um, great. I get up and go see what the problem is. The problem is he wants milk. It's 5:00 a.m. and I have no intention of getting milk or anything else at this hour. I tell him as much and am met with the screaming wrath of a 2 year old which I ignore and say "Zack, we are going back to bed. Do you want to go up to your bed, or lay down with mom and dad." He instantly calmed down (wow!) and led the way to my room. I don't know what made me think he'd go back to sleep. Instead he pulled my ears, my hair, my nose until I was ready to scream. I removed his hands from my face and held them in mine and fell asleep. At 5:30 I hear Mark's voice "Mooooooooommmmmmmmmy, Zack has the peanut butter out." UGH... I went and got the peanut butter away and repeated the above scenario and tried to go back to sleep. At one point Zack said "My be right back" and left to go play. I could hear him playing with a noisy toy. I couldn't go back to sleep but I did lay there for awhile figuring we were safe as long as I could still hear the toy. Not too long later Ben was up for the day and it was time to get ready for school. I am so tired I just want a nap but that's out of the question soooo instead here I sit wondering when (please don't tell me after the kids leave home) I am going to get a good night sleep again. Tonight would work for me!