I cannot remember the last time I slept so poorly.  Baby Duck finally slept soundly; she has been dealing with a cold that has been giving her serious nighttime coughing fits.  Last night she was peaceful... but she was the only one.
Well, E was peaceful except for the documentary he left blaring from his laptop right into my ear while he slept soundly.  And except for after he must have turned it off and supplemented my eardrums with the delicate strains of buzz-saw snoring.  But, other than that, pretty peaceful from him as well.
This leaves my Ladybug, who was intermittently wailing all through the night.  At one point, she needed to get up and go potty, but she was too asleep to do anything but howl until I came and got her.  After that, the moaning seemed to be related to her audibly coming down with her sister's cold... which was almost as loud as my own sore throat screaming belligerently in my ears.
Oh, and I can't forget Starbuck.  Almost out of the 'middle of the night wake up call to go outside' phase, she suddenly decided to smack me with three separate trips outside.  Not cool.
So now I am pretty much delirious.  I am slamming back my pot of coffee in record time so I will stay awake.  I hate napping, but today I would have gone back to bed in a heartbeat if I wasn't so tired that I was afraid nothing would wake me up in time to pick Baby Duck up from school.  So I would probably be pretty entertaining to talk to right now if you want to call me... just keep the snickering to a minimum until you hang up!

CL