Tired

I'm so tired.  So very, very tired.  I've been trying to come up with something terribly witty to say about sleep deprivation, but my addled brain hasn't been up to the task.  Lack of sleep simply sucks.  I think one of the worst symptoms of Cushings is the distruption to normal sleep patterns.  While it does have some benefits, such as always having someone to talk to on Facebook as all the overseas Cushies are inevitably up at some ungodly hour, it is generally a very, very bad thing.
First, let me make something very clear...I myself have no trouble sleeping.  My problem is the opposite, I have trouble waking up.  I have the ability to go to sleep anywhere, anytime.  If I lie down and shut my eyes, you can be guaranteed in five minutes I'll be out.  Which would be just fine and dandy, if I didn't live in a house full of insomniacs.
Michael's bedtime has steadily gotten later and later over the past year, so now he gets off to sleep at around 5am and sleeps until early afternoon.  Megan isn't too bad, she's usually alseep by midnight, but has the annoying habit of waking up early.  Holly's sleep is just a nightmare!  Unlike Michael, who amuses himself playing video games throughout the night, Holly's sleeplessness is accompanied by panic attacks.
They've gotten so bad, that she been sleeping in my room so I can comfort her (poor Harry has been relegated to sleeping in Holly's room).  It usually starts at about 10pm, she started to feel "antsy" as she puts it.  By midnight, things are really starting to ramp up, right about the time that my body starts to really, really want to go to sleep.  Holly starts to get hot, her face gets red, she starts to hyperventilate and her panic goes out of control.  I've taken her blood pressure during these episodes, and it's usually high, along with her heartrate.  So, this goes on, ebbing and flowing, until about 3am.  Then, I can sleep.  Unless Michael needs something, and wakes me up. Then, I finally can get to sleep.  But then Megan gets up, and gets lonely and bored and her OCD goes off, and she needs me to get up.  So, up I get.  And we do this, day, after day, after day.
*Yawn*