Sure they do. Of course they do. They go to sleep in their own beds, but at some point over the course of the night they wander into yours. With the first few kids you sigh mournfully and get up and drag them back to their own beds. When you get to kid number four, you sigh mournfully and roll over. Tell me I'm wrong.
That's how I wake up in the morning. I am clinging to the edge of the bed with one kid in my back, one kid poking my feet with toenails that need cutting, and a dog across the whole lot.
So you can see my secret delight when booking my hotel for Camp Catalyst, I booked a king room -- for my little ol' lonely self. Oh, yes, I did. In my vision, I woke up in the morning having 9-10 hours of uninterrupted sleep as I spread each and every limb over the entire width of that bed.
The first night I woke up clutching the edge of bed, like normal.
The second night I -- I don't know what to tell you -- I rolled out of the king bed. I think I just kept rolling thinking I would run into a kid.
The third night -- the third night I just didn't sleep at all. I think I was overloaded with information from Camp Catalyst. I think I'd been drinking too much coffee. I think I was excited to see a long-time friend the next day. I think I was lonely in the big bed.
Back home Sunday morning I woke up clinging to the edge of the bed with one kid in my back and another kid poking my feet with toenails that need cutting, and a dog across the whole thing.
I hadn't slept so well in a long, long time.
That's how I wake up in the morning. I am clinging to the edge of the bed with one kid in my back, one kid poking my feet with toenails that need cutting, and a dog across the whole lot.
So you can see my secret delight when booking my hotel for Camp Catalyst, I booked a king room -- for my little ol' lonely self. Oh, yes, I did. In my vision, I woke up in the morning having 9-10 hours of uninterrupted sleep as I spread each and every limb over the entire width of that bed.
The first night I woke up clutching the edge of bed, like normal.
The second night I -- I don't know what to tell you -- I rolled out of the king bed. I think I just kept rolling thinking I would run into a kid.
The third night -- the third night I just didn't sleep at all. I think I was overloaded with information from Camp Catalyst. I think I'd been drinking too much coffee. I think I was excited to see a long-time friend the next day. I think I was lonely in the big bed.
Back home Sunday morning I woke up clinging to the edge of the bed with one kid in my back and another kid poking my feet with toenails that need cutting, and a dog across the whole thing.
I hadn't slept so well in a long, long time.
It's not exactly the same, but the best comparison I can make to express my understanding.... When we first got Ozy, I said that the dog WAS NOT going to sleep in our bed. The cat sleeps in bed with us because I taught him to come to bed with me every night when I was single, and you just don't undo that kind of training. Anyway, the cat sleeps in bed, the dog in the kennel next to the bed.
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So in our Queen sized bed, we have 2 chubby people, a cat who is about 20 lbs (not fat, just really big tomcat), and a dog who is about 25 lbs and likes to sleep sideways taking up as much room as possible.
Sometimes Mark gives up and goes to the other bedroom. And the rest of us just spread out automatically. It's not right, but it is what it is.
~Diane