The Wife had to take The Baby downstairs to rest after just a minute or two. The coughing woke the baby, the baby saw his brothers, and he decided it was play time. I couldn't get back to sleep because of the coughing. After fifteen minutes of trying, I finally left the two bigger boys in our bed and went to sleep in the playroom for the 45 minutes until my alarm woke me. Not fun.
The Boy woke up when I finished getting dressed for work, and he decided that he wanted to come have breakfast with me. He came downstairs and we had a nice, little chat about nothing in specific while I made breakfast for him and for me. His cough was bothering him a bit, as well.
(You know, I used to make the joke "sounds like a TB ward in here." I don't really make medical humor jokes anymore. I also used to say, in my best Arnold Schwarzenegger, "It is not a toooo-mah!", but that seems somehow WAY less funny now than it did years ago.)
I found out, after I left for work, that The Boy was kind of a whiny little person today. I don't think he slept particularly well last night. He did wind up going to school, but it was a little iffy for a while.
Tuesday's a tough day - I go right from work to chorus practice and don't get home until 10:15 or 10:30pm. This means that I spend the entire day without seeing anyone in my family. If I catch the family's sleep patterns correctly, I can go my entire Tuesday without seeing awake children. Not too cool, but likely much harder on my wife. Dealing with the children is difficult. It takes constant energy and attention and planning.
I'm working Saturday, which means that she's got them, by herself, for another day this week. There's a conversation there, but I'm not sure where to go with it.