Musical Beds

This whole "not sleeping" thing that's been going on with the boys for mooooooonths is getting a bit old. Last night went something like this:

7:00 - boys in bed
8:30 - Rio in bed
(All three care of the respite worker! Great, right? Well not exactly, because every time they have a babysitter put them to bed they wake up later. Never fail).
10:45 - Parents to bed. Jokes that we'll get a solid 4.5 hours if we fall asleep right away.
1:47 - Nolan awake crying, Asher snoring.
2:45 - After 58 unsuccessful minutes of trying to keep Nolan quiet/still Mama gives up. Hauls Asher out to our bed so Nolan can cry it out and not wake Asher. Too late - Asher's wired the second we bring him in bed.
3:15 - After 30 minutes of crying and three parent visits, including one re-dressing a completely naked boy, Nolan is asleep.
3:45 - Mama decides to sleep with Rio so there's less distraction for Asher. Daddy continues working on getting him back to sleep.
4:15 - Daddy gives up and moves to the couch, letting Asher cry it out, alone in our bed.
4:30 - Asher stops crying and appears to be asleep.
4:45 - Mama looks at the clock for the last time.
6:05 - Rio's up and raring. How do I know this? Because I'm sleeping next to her. If you can call it 'sleep'.
8:10 - Asher's up, happy as can be sprawled in a queen bed by himself.
8:30 - Nolan's up, happy as can be, lying in Asher's crib. WHAT? How did that happen?! So now in addition to not sleeping, we have a kid who can scale his own crib into his brother's??

The kids are all in great mood - mom and dad not so much. What I'd like to know is how BOTH OF US were displaced from our own bed in order to get these monsters to sleep?

I'm guessing you're reading this thinking a) we're horrible parents because we are mean enough to let our kids cry it out, or b) we're horrible parents because we're soft enough to let our kids determine who sleeps where and when. Maybe you're a little bit right on both fronts. But we've tried EVERYTHING known to man to make this work, short of moving to a house with more bedrooms, which at this point I wish were an option. Having twins who don't sleep sucks. Having twins who don't sleep and share a bedroom really sucks.

Thank goodness it is a ridiculously beautiful, hot, sunny day, so that takes the sting out of the exhaustion. But will they sleep better tonight? Oh noooo, not a chance. The more tired they are the worse they sleep!