I stopped counting after 5

Last night wasn't pretty.

We all went to bed at a normal time and expected a normal (for us) night. But it wasn't.

Around 2:30 some kid wandered into my room crying because she had wet the bed. She had changed herself but her bed was still wet. I told her to just climb in bed with me. She cried because I wouldn't get up and start the wash with her blankets (I'm a jerk like that around 2:30am).

A few minutes or hours later (things are bleary this time of night) I had to check her blood and adjust her pump settings so she wouldn't go too low.

A few minutes or hours later some other kid wandered in and wanted to be in bed with me and was crying because someone else was in bed with me. I suggested she either go back to bed or sleep on the floor. She suggested she sleep in the middle of the bed-wetting kid and me. I wasn't in favor of that and gave her the same two options again. She went back to her bed crying until she finally relented and brought her blankets in to sleep in the floor.

A few minutes or hours later a diabetic monitor rang because she was going low. I made more adjustments to her pump and went back to sleep.

A few minutes or hours later the bed-wetting kid woke me up to ask if I had done the laundry yet and if her blankets were clean. SERIOUSLY? I'm nice but not nice enough to do her laundry at 3 am just for the fun of it. I told her no and to go away from me.

A few minutes later some other kid come in crying to me because her sister wouldn't share the ipad with her. I told her to take my Kindle and go away from me.

After a few more minutes I got up and dealt with all of those naughty children and tried to figure out how I was going to survive the day.

Some how I made it through and I am praying for a better night tonight. Wish me luck.