Night of Terror

So I drug my tired ass to bed at 12 last night. Yet I was up at 5:30 this morning. Why you ask? Because my animals and kids decided to torment me.

Between 12 and 3, the middle child came into the bedroom 5 times to state that she was having a nightmare. (Okay... fine Kid, Mommy is tired GO BACK TO BED!!!) She has been doing this a lot since the last time when we let her sleep with up.

I finally get her to go back to bed, fall into a blissful sleep, when BAM I am attacked by Satan's Kitty. She scratched the crap out of my foot. I kick her out of the house for the night and make my way back toward the bedroom. When the Evil dog from hell (who is black and I can't see in the dark) runs in front of me, and I fall over him hitting my head on the wall. At this point I am tired, and now have a splitting headache. I pop 4 Excedrin then go back to bed. At 4:15am ( well that's the last numbers I saw on the clock) I finally fall asleep. And what a nice sleep it was.

I was in the middle of the best dream ever! Where Johnny Depp and Brett Michaels were fighting over me, when I heard....... feet running down my hallway. I am a super light sleeper, so this pissed me off. I get out of the bed, and make my way to the source of the noise and meet my 8 year old in the hallway. I no sooner get her name out of my mouth, when she VOMITS all over my damn feet. Great, just great. So I had to clean her off, mop my floor, and take a shower all at 5:30 this morning.

Yeah I was wide awake by then. I give up on EVER getting a full nights sleep till I am dead.

Does anyone want 3 kids and some pets? They are FREE to a good home.

Oh well, on the bright side, it is 8:30 am and my house is spotless......................