A good nights rest... what is that?

            I must say I love going to bed on a Friday night just KNOWING I'll get to sleep in late on Saturday morning... I tuck the girls in after letting them stay up a little longer than usual, I read them a story, give them their hugs and kisses and wish them sweet dreams. I also say stuff like "it's OK to sleep in on Saturdays..." just for safe measure. They fall asleep in no time. Then I go into my room a while later when I'm ready to pass out. I fluff my pillow and sprawl out on my side of my soft soothing memory foamed bed, lean over and kiss my husband, then start to wonder what kinds of dreams I will have (if any) as a slowly drift away... The perfect nights sleep.. Not a sound that wakes me.. The fan keeps a cool constant breeze over me.. There's a cold water bottle next to the bed that I don't even need because I'm so far gone into dreamland, there's no need to wake up for a drink... Then I wake up around 9:30 Saturday morning refreshed, rejuvenated and ready for the weekend... That's all good and great, however, sadly that was no where NEAR how my Friday night of sleep went AT ALL!!! How it really happened last night.... After the kids had stayed up an hour later than normal as agreed upon, I had gone in and did the whole tuck in routine. Yes, at least that part was true. Very true except for them falling asleep.. Actually I had gone BACK in there TWICE after the tuck in.. Once to turn off their movie they thought they would get away with and again to turn off a lamp and remove six books, fifteen stuffed animals, a marker, a pencil, and a granola bar from one of their beds... A granola bar! Stashing stuff away for a rainy day..? Anyway.. After that they had gone to sleep. For real. We (my husband and I) watched a movie, grabbed a snack, played some games and eventually it was time for bed. Fluffed the pillow, kissed my husband, got comfy. (Then got thirsty and realized the water I had grabbed out of the fridge to put next to my bed was still in the kitchen on the counter... That could wait, I was tired and ready to shut down.. In other words, I wasn't getting out of my bed for anything! It was a good thought at least..) I have said before that I am four months pregnant.. So if you remembered that little factoid, then you would've questioned my uninterrupted sleep right from the beginning. I went to bed around 11:50pm.. I first realized the bathroom was going to pull me out of my comfort zone at 12:45 (And yes I DID go before I went to bed!) and then again around 2:16... again at 4:31.. And oh yes, AGAIN at 6:07! That's FOUR times in the middle of the night to get up and GO and I swear I didn't even DRINK THAT MUCH! So those were my seemingly constant zombie moments and I guess I'm glad I made it every time because there was one dream where I was actually going to the bathroom IN THE DREAM.. It was kind of like those stumble on the sidewalk in the dream things and you jerk your legs for real... Yeah.. That would've sucked... Thankfully, it didn't happen! My husband had also forgot to turn his alarm off so we both woke up to a guitar playing Iron Man at 7:10am.. To be safe, since I was awake anyway, I got up and took care of the inevitable. If that wasn't enough of a disturbed night, there were a few bonus incidents for me as well.. Somewhere between bathroom breaks two and three, I wake up because I hear the loud clicks and creaks of my very old bedroom swinging open slowly.. With one open eye trying to focus in the dark and my heart going a little faster than I liked, I finally made out the silhouette of my youngest daughter. She walked over to my side right in front of me and says two things that are both very precious and exhausting at the same time.. First thing.. "I had a bad dream" followed by.. "Can I sleep with you?" I look, not really AT her, just kind of at nothing as I think about it.. I KNOW this girl, even for as small as she is, can take up a good 35% of what is considered "my side" which leaves me laying on my side between her and my husband.. And the ONLY reason I think of myself in the middle, is to prevent any kind of rolling over squishing incident! I snap back to her when I see her glancing around the darkness that is my room... Grrrr.... Even though I have a very strong overwhelming feeling that I will regret it, I open my arms to her and help her up on my bed. So now I'm in the middle, on my side, my body pillow moved to just barely between my knees, and my arm around my baby girl.. She falls asleep in no time. I only know this because I did NOT. I fought like hell to get one leg out of my suffocating blanket while still keep her covered just so I didn't totally feel like I was being smothered. Eventually (and I'm talking 25 minutes or so..) I fall asleep.. I'm woken up when I get a tiny balled fist right to the face.. Apparently she can have vivid dreams too! I looked at the clock and amazingly, only 30 minutes had passed since the last time I had looked at it! Seriously? I try to get my husband to scoot over ANY more than he already had just to give me the slightest hint of my own space to be able to sleep... Soon after that was bathroom trip number three I told you about. When I was done, I picked my daughter up and took her back to her room. I laid her down, tucked her in, kissed her and thanked God she was still sleeping as I crept out of the room. My side of the bed never felt bigger! It felt SO GOOD! I made an X with my body as much as I could just because I could! :) I pulled my body pillow up after a few minutes and snuggled up to it while passing out yet again.. It was around 5:30 when I was laying almost on my stomach and realized my husband who was on his side had rolled onto his back.. ON TOP OF ME! Half dead, I reached up to push him off and it was like pushing a FULLY dead person! Finally I rolled up on my side enough to where he was back on his and then I rolled for my life! Still sleeping, he falls on his back and looks peaceful as ever. GIVE ME A BREAK! I saw that he had about two feet of spare room on his side and that was not ok after the night I was enduring. I pushed his arm and side a little until he woke up and looked up at me all dazed. "Could you maybe move over JUST A LITTLE bit honey.. Like now.. Please." He blinked a few times and rolled over without a word. (Tiny choir sings Hallelujah!) I lay my head down and return to my chopped up version of a good nights sleep.. And eventually the bathroom call hit me again. After his alarm went off I hit bathroom trip number five in a course of 8 hours or so..  and instead of going or attempting to go back to sleep, I surrendered to the morning and just got up. I was alone in the living room. My husband.. sleeping. Kids.. sleeping. And me.. I was staring into the blackness of my turned off television wondering what the hell I was doing there! Eventually I turned it on and slumped over onto a pillow. I never did go back to sleep... One day, the first part of this story will TOTALLY happen. I mean it may have to be Nyquil induced... But it would be a good nights rest just the same! One day... Sleep well tonight everyone! I have a feeling that "one day" is nowhere close to being in my reach just yet... -Super Mom