Does anyone have some toothpicks?

Remember the Tom and Jerry cartoon, where Tom has to use toothpicks to hold his eyelids open due to exhaustion. That's me. As I sit here and type this, all I want to do is close my eyes for about the next 2 weeks. Maybe when I wake up I might actually be rested. I am SO TIRED. I can't even describe how deep into sleep deprivation I am. I need toothpicks. We are here in Tulsa for Scot's business trip and then we are supposed to do some baby shopping. We need another crib, a changing table/dresser, more bedding for Ben and the girls, not to mention all the small things I need. I really need to be more rested to accomplish this. But a week and a half ago, Ben started running a 102 fever. It continued for 5 days, despite a negative flu swab. He was miserable and his fever always was the worst in the middle of the night. It felt like no sleep for 5 days. Scot and I tried taking turns resting/ napping. It just wasn't possible. We started him on a zpack and finally he turned the corner. The day my cousins arrived to spend a few days with us. I felt so bad that I was so exhausted. We had a great time with them though. The kids has SOOOOO much fun. Playing, jumping on the trampoline, eating, going to Chick-fil-A, the Outback, and watching movies. Oh yes, and getting to sleep together in the living room. My cousin and I got to have a girls night out and that was a blast. The day they left, yesterday, was the day we left for Tulsa. Ben slept ok last night in the hotel room. He got up a couple times and ended up sleeping with us. We all had to be up bright and early for Scot to get to his meeting. We ate breakfast and I took the kids swimming. THEN, Ben slipped on the wet tile floor by the pool and now has a huge knot and bump over his eyebrow, forehead, and cheek. I put some ice on it and gave him some motrin. I then kept him awake for over an hour to make sure he was ok. He's fine, but the bump doesn't look good. I guess it will be another week or so until I can do a christmas picture. Wow, christmas cards. That scares me. This baby girl growing inside of me will be here like tomorrow. This is why I need to toothpicks. So much to do, so little time and energy to do it with. Ugh!