Waking the sleeping beast

I've often referred to Abe as a beast, and now I know where he gets it from. Me. Last night my beauty sleep, which I am in desperate need of, was interrupted 10,000 times by all three children. Abe came in at 1 a.m. to have me put his blanket back on him. I did and growled, "Stay in bed." Oliver woke up at 1:30 (unusual for him except for the last two nights) and stayed. awake. until. 4 a.m. "Go to sleep," I hissed. Kelly came home from work right as I was falling back to sleep. Grumble, grumble. 5:30 a.m. Abe comes in again. "Can you fix my blanket?" Argh. "Don't wake me up again!" I snarled. Finally sleep! until Lilly comes in at 7. "When are you getting up?" "Ten more minutes," I pleaded. She comes back at 7:30 and asks the same question. NEVER! I want to scream, but by then the baby is awake and I crawl out of bed.
I feel like a beast today. A very sleepy one so BEWARE!

{Abe lovingly placed spiderman bandaid on a scratch on Finn's forehead}