A Hard Day's Night

When I last posted, it was late-ish on Saturday evening and the boys were sleeping. Mmmm...pictures of sleeping children are among the most delightful, don't you think? Here's what they looked like:

Alas, it didn't last. 

By morning, we had this:

In between the pics:
Before Jesse and I even got to bed ourselves (exhausted as we were from going ~30 hours on just a nap or two), Josiah popped out of bed thinking it was morning—2 hours after falling asleep. Of course then he was unable to return to sleep, the nap having taken the edge off and his body clock feeling late afternoon.

The next several hours were ugly. They involved Josiah becoming genuinely miserable, in and out of bed...William awakening (no surprise)...Jesse lying down between them for 2 hours while they were indeed quiet and quite good but just couldn't drift off...William eventually sleeping...both Josiah and Jesse returning to the bed where I was sleeping...Jesse instantly falling unconscious in utter exhaustion and, poor man, commencing snoring...Josiah weeping uncontrollably in the bed beside me in his state of near breakdown with fatigue...me needing silence and space and eventually heading to Josiah's vacant mattress (once he was holding it together)...me waking up a few hours later with a splitting headache, and to the sound of William, in his sleep, hitting his head repeatedly on the hard floor(?)...    This all within the scant 6 hours of darkness Copenhagen offers per night at this time of year. And in fact it didn't even quite end there but just reliving the night is making me tense so I'll stop!  :)

In the morning, Jesse and I got up and ready for church—but Jesse ended up going alone since time kept passing and neither of us could muster the will to wake the children. They slept until 11:15, refreshed and greatly improved!