Our kids may wear us out all day long, but we've always had the luxury of knowing that once they were in bed at night we were pretty much done. They are both great sleepers. So nights like the other night don't happen to often. It went like this:
Around midnight Eli wakes up, wide awake and not happy to still be in bed. I tried rocking him, which he thoroughly enjoyed until I put him back to bed. Thankfully Mike was still up (score one for poker!), so he took over and got him back to sleep with the aid of some Motrin. We suspect molars are the problem.
We are both snuggled up in our warm bed, fast asleep, when Elena comes in at 3:30. She went to Mike first, who would be the guy that sleeps through a tornado and wakes up still in his bed in the middle of a field. She comes around to my side and says something unintelligible. As I'm walking her back to her bed, still half asleep, she says something about a little nosebleed.
A little nosebleed would be like saying Hurricane Katrina was just a little thunderstorm. It looked like she had bludgeoned a small animal to death in her bed. And then wiped herself with the carcass from head to toe. And all this time she was just as cool as a cucumber. Needless to say, now I was Awake.
I'm still dealing with the aftermath in my laundry room.
I did learn something handy, though. A cotton ball soaked in vinegar and wedged in a nostril will stop a nosebleed.
Don't say you never learn anything useful here.