Why is it I can go to bed and wake up next to someone completely different? Hey now, it's not what you think.All parents drudge through the share-your-bed phase with their children, unless you're my friend Cathy who held her ground and I envy more than the girl at the mall wearing skinny jeans.The rest of us find ourselves laying down next to spouses, only to be awakened three hours later by a sleepy 4-year-old carrying a blanket and hoping to hear those four little words that are sure to make his heart skip, 'Climb on up here.'So how is it that we've gone from not one, but sometimes two, kids worming their way through our covers, with one who insists he's hot so I end up cold, all packed in like sardines wearing pj's in a tin can?Some mornings find me and my kids in bed, and my husband in the guest room, following an apparent surrender and waving of the white flag. I myself have 'traded' beds if you will, knowing it isn't right and certainly won't win me any Mom of the Year nominations, though my back will appreciate it in the morning. After all, who wouldn't be knotted up following a night of sleep in the fetal position on 4 inches of mattress? One move to the left and I'm face down on berber carpet.That's how we roll. Or snooze, whichever.So Monday, I went to bed with Greg to my left. Woke up with Hayden to my right. Woke up again to find Griffin at my feet, and Greg MIA. Found him in the guest room. Awoke again to find Griffin about to roll off our king-sized bed, so I moved him back and took my clock to his room with one hour to go before I had to shower for work.That's when it hit me.All four of us will wake up in beds that aren't where we originally fell asleep.How does that happen?
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
musical chairs in bed
Why is it I can go to bed and wake up next to someone completely different? Hey now, it's not what you think.All parents drudge through the share-your-bed phase with their children, unless you're my friend Cathy who held her ground and I envy more than the girl at the mall wearing skinny jeans.The rest of us find ourselves laying down next to spouses, only to be awakened three hours later by a sleepy 4-year-old carrying a blanket and hoping to hear those four little words that are sure to make his heart skip, 'Climb on up here.'So how is it that we've gone from not one, but sometimes two, kids worming their way through our covers, with one who insists he's hot so I end up cold, all packed in like sardines wearing pj's in a tin can?Some mornings find me and my kids in bed, and my husband in the guest room, following an apparent surrender and waving of the white flag. I myself have 'traded' beds if you will, knowing it isn't right and certainly won't win me any Mom of the Year nominations, though my back will appreciate it in the morning. After all, who wouldn't be knotted up following a night of sleep in the fetal position on 4 inches of mattress? One move to the left and I'm face down on berber carpet.That's how we roll. Or snooze, whichever.So Monday, I went to bed with Greg to my left. Woke up with Hayden to my right. Woke up again to find Griffin at my feet, and Greg MIA. Found him in the guest room. Awoke again to find Griffin about to roll off our king-sized bed, so I moved him back and took my clock to his room with one hour to go before I had to shower for work.That's when it hit me.All four of us will wake up in beds that aren't where we originally fell asleep.How does that happen?
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It happens in my family too. I go to sleep and usually wake up with a kid or two in my bed. I usually leave and go to their rooms and my husband asks why. I tell him half the time I don't even remember what I say or do, I am just to tired!
~ Devon
Good to know we all do it! Have a great night, Devon!
Deb
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