Sleep, or lack of it

Lack of sleep is a major problem.
It's the difference between a good day and feeling like you have accomplished something, anything, whether it be playing with your child for half an hour while the baby sleeps, or doing some washing and cooking a meal.
When you have it, you're coping fine, when you don't the world feels like its going to end, your head feels like it's going to implode and simple things like tidying a room become hard work...
Your brain starts to stutter almost until you are not sure how to do a simple thing, what endless, mindless chore to do first, which crying child to deal with first...
By 8pm, if you have made it that far, everything starts to swim, and you are now a walking zombie.
The above is how I've been feeling for the last two days since I've been woken up every hour practically by one or other child.
It's good to talk/ moan/ console/ share with other mums going through the same.
I feel like screaming half the time, and crying the rest, and I don't care how many times DH says hes's had a hard day, nothing is as hard as this...
Now miracle of miracles, both children are asleep, but somehow although I am just so damn tired sleep evades me because I've have been desperately trying to stay awake for so long, I am now in the wired but not at all sleepy zone, which means putting my head down won't lead to sleep, just more frustration.
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I need a beach, a hammock and a pina colada
I need an hour on the moors by myself.
I need a life.
I need some bloody sleep.
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Somehow ranting makes me feel better.