I couldn't sleep at all last night (do do do do do)

It's not unusual for at least one of my four lovely children to crawl into bed with me at some point every night. Mommy, I'm cold. Mommy, I had a bad dream. Mommy, I'm wet.... Usually, it's one of the younger two, but if they miraculously sleep through the night, one of the older two is sure to get paged to take their place in mommy's nice warm bed. I'm convinced they have a system. I can picture the clandestine meetings, 4dd5 says to 2dd8 "I'm really tired! I need a good night of uninterupted sleep; it's your turn to wake mommy up in the middle of the night!"

Most nights, I am only awaken once, but last night was an unusual exception. Sometime between 12:30am (when I fell asleep) and 1:30am, 3dd6 climbed into bed with me. I was so tired, that I didn't notice her presence for a little while. Then she probably kicked me or smacked me in the face, because I woke up and could no longer sleep while she remained with me. So I carried her lanky body back into her own bed, tucked her in, kissed her sweetly, and collapsed into the warmth of my own bed once again. It didn't last long. She's fighting a cold, and her inability to breathe easily woke her again, and I found her mostly asleep; crying in the bathroom, around 3am. She thought she was going to throw up so I got her a basin, I gave her a drink of water (knowing she needed some hot tea, but far too tired to make some), took her back to her bed, tucked her in, prayed over her, and comforted her. (Fortunately, the basin was unnecessary, and she made it through the night with no vomitting!) Meanwhile, her roomate (4dd5), awoke and claimed to be thirsty, so I got another drink of water for her, tucked her in again, kissed her again, and returned to my not so warm and cozy bed. I dozed a bit, but not much later, I was awoken again to the sound of talking and giggling, intermingled with coughing. I was so tired that I tried to ignore it and dozed off and on for about an hour. At 5am, I finally got up to investigate. I discovered that 4dd5 had gone down the hall and climbed into bed with 2dd8 (right next door to my bedroom). All I can think of at this point is how tired I am, and how grumpy they'll be come afternoon. None too graciously, I order the younger to her own bed, where I gruffly tuck her in, and she loudly complains of the cold, and I insist through clenched teeth and with words like my grandfather would have spoken, that she better not cry and wake up her sick sister. I return to my own bed where I struggle with insomnia, only to fall asleep about the time I hear dh get up. Soon after I'm joined by 3dd6 again, but I don't mind, because she can sleep on dh's side of the bed.

All is well until I am rudely awakened by the sound of thumping under my bed. It doesn't take me long to discover that the puppy (who isn't supposed to venture upstairs) is chasing the kitten around under the bed. So I start shouting, "Lainey out!" and beating the sides of the bed. 1ds10, who is supposed to be watching the puppy, hears the commotion and runs upstairs, to discover that the puppy and kitten are actually INSIDE the boxspring, chasing eachother. We get the kitten out within minutes, but no amount of yelling, threatening, or beating the sides of the boxspring will cajole the puppy to obedience. We finally just wait until she comes close enough so I can grab her (none to lovingly), and pull her out. I look at the clock and it's almost 8:30am. It's past time to be up, my heart is pounding, my temper is raging, adrenaline is surging through my veins, but I'm still exhausted!

So what would you do in such a situation?

1. Get up, take a shower, and begin the day
2. Crawl back in bed and attempt to go back to sleep
3. Skip the shower, remain in your pjs, and go make a cup of coffee
4. Pull out your Bible and prayer journal
5. Get up and blog about it

What do you think I did?