I'm Pretty Sure It's 4am in Hell All theTime

I don't know how much longer I can get up at 4am and take care of kids all day while having a head cold.  I'm reaching my breaking point, but it doesn't matter.  I have to do it anyhow.  And it's not like I sleep all night and get up at 4, though the other night I was congratulating myself for sleeping from 11:30 to 1:30 then 2 to 4:30.  The week of colds from hell never ends, with Abbey waking at 430am with nasty hives the last two mornings and Adams very first ear infection.   Poor Ellie has a nasty cough. A lot of sleep has been in a few minutes here or there as I drift off with a sick kid.  It's worse than not falling asleep.  They a-team is doing better and I'm doing worse.  My teeth hurt.  It's hard to take care of so many when I feel so wiped.   This is the hardest part of being a mom... Being sick and not even able to slow down.