Sleep is a Five Letter Word

I haven't been getting much sleep lately. What with that 5 am wake up call, and going to bed before the boys, there is usually some sort of interruption in the middle of the night that wakes me up for at least an hour or so. 

Normally when I was not working this wasn't a problem. I could just sleep in until 8am and be good to go. 

Now it is a HUGE PROBLEM, and last night was one of the worst ones I can remember. 

Bacon has been sick with a chest cold like no other. Any medication that I give him lasts until exactly 2 am. No matter what the formulation or the dosage. He will start hacking up his left lung promptly at 1:59 and stop somewhere around 5:30. He also refuses to take anything for it when it is dark out - I am not sure if it is the delirium from the sleep or just being a PITA - so the hacking commences all night long, like some sort of horrible Lionel Richie ballad gone wrong. 

Then last night Mr. Tantrum commenced with the Yeti mating calls and could not be jabbed stabbed shoved out of bed aroused to roll over. So the two alternated between hacking and snoring while I frantically attempted to not jab my eardrums out with the nearest sharp object. 

It was a long night, and I had hoped that today would be easy. Happy customers and all. No such luck. Everyone was out of sorts and discombobulated, I am quite certain that they too could hear the hacking and snoring and were kept awake until all hours. Once we all get a nap things should be better. If not someone is getting one of those godforsaken sleep masks to wear to bed every night for Thanksgiving.