Millions would be nice. I'll get cracking.
DS1 has fallen off the sleep wagon a bit, poor sausage. He's going through a bit of a tough time generally with protracted, intermittent spells of teething plus suddenly realising he's not an only child any more, plus generally being two, so he is UBER clingy at the moment, especially with me. He's waking up at least once in the night, and it escalates if it's DH and not me, so I'm trying to mange those on top of DS2's bazillion demands for boob. Then he's doing 5:45 wake ups and kicking off if it's not me that comes into him
. I've ignored DH's grumpy face and re-set the GroClock to 6am because it's not him that's having to sit on a freezing cold floor waiting for the fucker to turn orange. Besides, I still maintain that I don't see the point in getting DS1 to sleep much past 6am, since we pretty much all have to be up and ready to get a wriggle-on at 6am when I'm back at work. Not quite sure why DH doesn't quite see this logic 
DH is also being...challenging. Every. Single. Weekend. He is too ill/exhausted/both to carry on and needs at least one lie-in plus a nap at some point. He has been in bed all day today with a migraine. Last week it was 'feeling really peculiar' that confined him to bed all Saturday afternoon' and I concede he did look pale. He does work ridiculously hard - full time job, plus a small business he runs from home that is successful enough to be on-track to pay off our mortgage in a couple of years. But he still gets more sleep than I do - unbroken sleep, particularly. I'm doing my best to do the lion's-share of the housework and childcare to enable him to do this but, seriously, I haven't had one lie-in (definition: extra hour or two in the morning, not an actual teenager 'lie in'), since DS2 was born (not that DS1 would let me have one anyway, ATM), and I've had exactly four naps in that time, the longest one of which was 90 minutes when DS2 was about eight days old. I'm pretty hardened to this doing a shit-load on no sleep grind but I just hope it doesn't all come back to bite me in the arse, health-wise. Fortunately, FIL and MIL were around today to buy me lunch and help with the DCs, but that's the exception rather than the rule. I'm trying to steel myself to have Words with DH about putting a cap on his working hours so he's not so wrecked all the time, but don't want to sound like a heartless bitch, even though what I really want to say is, 'man the fuck up and kill the dying swan'.
Sorry about that. Needed a rant 