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Thursday, May 18, 2006Slumberless PartyA king bed can feel very...big...when you're in it alone. It's not unusual for me to scoop up a child here and there when Eric's out of town, and tuck him into bed with me. They love it. Even Jonathan still hasn't outgrown the charm of sleeping in "the big bed" (probably because of the skank level of his own seldom-changed sheets). Last night, I woke up around 12:30 and remembered Spencer's sweet request to be "scooped up" when I went to bed. Oops -- forgot. So I went in, gathered his long, sound-asleep legs and arms and the rest of him into my half-asleep embrace, and tucked him in with me. Bliss. Around 4:30, there was a tapping on my bedroom door. It was Rachel. "Mommy, I had a bad dream." Bad dreams always warrant a tuck-in with Mommy, so in she came, in all her soft, sleepy-eyed sweetness. I was promptly sandwiched between two warm, cuddly children. That's when the fun began. Spencer had awakened when Rachel came in, and reached over to lovingly caress her cheek. That was nice -- adorable, even. But he never went back to sleep again. Hear me. My seven-year-old and I have been awake since 4:30 this morning. And one of us (the young, cute one) hasn't stopped talking since. "OOOO, Mommy, it's 4:52!" "The sky is going to be light soon." "4:59! I'm going to watch it turn to 5:00." "You have such a cute face." (Just to make sure I wasn't going to get angry.) "5:27!" "Mommy, may I use your bathroom to go pee?" "It's 5:42. It's really light outside!" Oh. My. Goodness. Forgive me if I'm less than coherent. If I make it to lunchtime, I'll consider my morning a success. When Eric gets back in town, I am going to stick all the children in bed with him and get myself a nice, quiet hotel room -- with room service and no wake-up call. Not really. I don't do well with empty beds... |
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4of my readers are feeling chatty:
My wife and I have a king size bed also. Because of our schedules and our horrendous commutes, there are nights where I am alone. I get very restless and my insomnia kicks into overdrive. Fortunately, my 11 year old son from my first marriage is not too old to come and sleep in the big bed, so I don't have to stay alone.
Kids can be so adorable!
((Love Fest))
DramaMama and I share a Queen bed, and the Bear tries to lay in between us.
He frequently wakes us up with his bad dreams.
Meet mr and mrs zombified beast creature.
LOL!! sounds like FUN!!
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