Not Much Sleep

I don't know how long it's been since I slept through the night. I should be old enough to do that, right? My children should be old enough, shouldn't they? "Shoulds" aside, they don't. Or Joseph doesn't. He's waking up and screaming anywhere between one and four times a night. If he weren't able to pull up on stuff it wouldn't be so bad, but it's really hard to remember that you do know how to get back down from there at 3am. And to top it off, once I slip Joseph back into bed after his usual 6am feeding (hoping he'll nod off for at least an hour, maybe two) and as soon as I get comfortable in mine, Elena wakes up with a blood-curdling shriek and groggily yells something at our cat (whom I could have sworn was not in there). And yes, she's done this three or four times in the last week. Combine that with Jonathan's school and work schedules (he gets home after 10pm nearly every night) and I'm just exhausted. Which do I cut out, though? I have to take care of my children, but do I do it when I'm sleep-fuzzed, or do I give up the only free time I have with my husband so that I can get a few extra hours of sleep? I'll need to figure it out soon, though, because Urban Design is a demanding field and architects' hours aren't much better than what we're keeping now. Anyway, here's one of the faces I wake up to every morning.