Swimming in a river of pee...

That's how I feel anyway. I shared K peeing in the Lincoln Logs. She did it again. Then she colored on the wall with dry erase marker (hooray for not permanent marker!). By the time she went to bed last night, we were all happy to see her go.
Sometime in the middle of the night D came to my bed saying something about being scared or something. I really wasn't awake. I mumbled something about sleeping with me BUT ONLY FOR A FEW MINUTES. Sometime after that (could have been minutes, could have been hours....) A started crying but it was not a respectable feeding time. I moved to D's room so I could shut the door for our bedroom and....well, I really don't know why I moved to D's bed other than I did. I fell asleep to the wails of an angry baby (who didn't cry toooo long).
About 6a.m., A woke up to feed so I fed her and put her back down. I figured D's few minutes were waaaaaay up and went to move him out of my bed.
Guess what?
He peed.
HE NEVER PEES THE BED ANYMORE!
But he did last night. At least I wasn't still snuggled up next to him when he did because he peed a.l.o.t. and didn't wake up. So I moved him back to his own bed - tried to sleep on top of my quilt (Roy was unaffected by the pee so slept through the entire experience) but couldn't because IT WAS SOAKING THROUGH. I then made the executive decision to commandeer the recliner in my room from the 2 year old by moving her back to her own room. (She came in because A's crying woke her up. But sometimes she just comes in for no apparent reason. Whatever. Just don't crawl in my bed.)
So to sum up the last 24 hours:
Pee. Everywhere. Let's use a toilet people!!!
*being a mom is sooo glamorous*