hopping away

i planned on going to bed BY 10pm (way early for me), since last night we got the complete opposite of "a good nights sleep." I got home from mutual to a quiet house. very rare that my husband gets all 4 to bed by himself before 9pm. around 9 we scrolled down the dvr list....watched ncis together, and were tucked in bed before 10pm. just when i was almost asleep, i heard a cry...which was ignored. followed my many other cries of pain. off to fetch my sick baby... noticed a full diaper-diareah lovely (i hate antibiotics). of course it was changed, desitin was applied and feeling sorry for her she was rocked back to sleep. after finally getting comfortable enough to fall asleep (which takes me forever) our sleep was disturbed again, this time by our 4 year old, Quincy's half asleep voice...."Mommy, Tilley is crying" we look over and Quincy had Tilley in her arms-kind of (what the!). it was almost 1am. another diaper was changed and desitin somewhat applied, i warmed a bottle and turned the alarm off as I stepped over Quincy (passed out on our floor) and tried to go back to bed....the early morning work out had moved way down on the priority check list. our bed seemed more practical this time around. 4am and parker and i were both woken up. no cries, just turning and tossing. another huggies...and she was rolled from one side to the other (if you know what i mean) and we all passed out....eventually. 2 hours later and we called it a night and turned on GMAZ....ok, so i just laid there, while Parker and Tilley watched the weather. i truly haven't ever felt so sleep deprived, and why is it that i sit here and blog hop. my eyes are beyond heavy....and i just sit here...i love reading your stories, looking at your families and all the fun things you do together, and hopping from one friends blog to the next. i'm not going to lie....sometimes it makes me feel better, and i love it. so thank you....all of you. i love reading your comments at the end of the day. i pretend that all of you are my little support group. which is what i feel like us mom's should be. blogs aren't meant to judge one another, or to leave hurtful comments. i like to think of them as journals (obviously) and they are kind of a means of communication. right? i feel like if you look at my blog, you care...care enough to look, or to read....or to reply with words of hope or encouragement. or even just to say something silly, or thoughtful. whatever it is, i love it and it makes me feel special. i admit i don't read books, but do blogs count? hells bells....my dollie is awake. good night!