Sleep. Or lack there of.

One of the biggest sacrifices you will even make as a mom is blissful, uninterrupted sleep. 
I don't think I have had a full night's sleep in over 6 years.
I'm not exaggerating. 
Not even a little. 
My worst enemy is the Angel Care baby monitor. 
It clicks on at the slightest noise from the girls' room.
Every time it does, my eyes pop open, my breathing stops, and I wait. 
I wait.
I wait. 
Sometimes there is sweet silence. 
Most of the time there is a crying baby, or a little girl in the middle of a night terror or, god forbid, another spontaneous nose bleed.
My first thought when I wake up in the morning is usually, "What time can I go to bed tonight?"
Before Abby was born, and Belle would sleep over at Granma's, I would wake up wondering if she was ok.
Now, if Abby sleeps past 4 am I wake up wondering if she is still breathing.
I don't dare go in and check, because if I do, she will surely wake up.
Lately, I am luck if I get 4 straight hours.
And, boy oh boy, does it take a toll.
I drop things all the time.
I trip over my own feet.
I probably should not drive.
I am grumpy, a lot.
Want to know the kicker?
I am a freakin' night owl and can't sleep before 11pm.
Don't even get me starting on having to give up caffeinated coffee.