So, what is that thing you call sleep?

Another night of sleeplessness. Staring at the clock, at the ceiling, at the back of my eyelids. Wishing Tanner wasn't peacefully snoring next to me. Thankful that at least one of us is getting sleep. Getting up and checking on the girls. Praying for the all the people I could think of. Listening to a cricket finish its nightly song. Sitting in my rocking chair reading a book, reading the bible, reading another book. Finally crawling into bed. Dropping off to sleep to be interrupted by Georgie crying. Feeding her, listening to a kid come home late at night with subwoofer thumping. Closing eyes and jerking back awake when Reagan was whimpering. Getting up and checking to make sure she is okay. Lying down and staring at the back of my eyelids again. Hearing the early birds begin to chirp as the sky turns from black to gray. Feeding Georgie again. Wondering if sleep will ever come, and then suddenly it is morning and the clock reads 7:30.