Wednesday night was absolutely awful. Tara was up once or twice per hour until about 1am, at which point Anna woke up and was up for about an hour and a half. I was seriously considering hauling everyone into the car to go to urgent care, because nobody was sleeping anyway and Tara’s lungs were so congested that she was coughing nearly to the point of vomiting. Everybody slept between 2:30-5:30am. I was in a desperate situation by the time the nanny showed up. I was fairly relieved to go to work for a while, but I returned to take Tara to the doctor. Of course, by the time we got into the doctor, Tara was significantly improved, and I left with little hope for the next night. I again put Tara to bed an hour early, and Anna down half an hour early. I was so wiped that I fell asleep at 8:15, then was awakened at 9:30 by Anna, who had a nightmare and crawled into bed with me for the second night in a row. Amazingly, I was the first one up at 5:30am, and Tara slept until 6:30–that’s 12 1/2 hours straight. I was in an absolute state of bliss from the time I woke until Anna woke up, whining that she had a sore throat–a sure sign that I was in for several more days of cranky child hell. Later in the morning, after some Tylenol and breakfast, Anna was feeling much better. I’m not sure if she actually has a sore throat at this point or if she is just milking the situation for extra attention. At this point, everyone is still in their own bed, and not a peep out of either one since bedtime. There, I jinxed it.