We have never been a big “family bed” family. While it is not something that we have ever actually discussed, the children stay in their beds and we stay in ours. Perhaps it is because I tend to be a bit grumpy when woken from a deep sleep…no one wants to disturb a sleeping bear.
For some reason, Son #2 decided to tempt fate the other morning and crawl in bed with me just before sunrise. He crawled over me and whispered, “I love you, Mommy.” How could I refuse? I was overcome with love and affection and was hoping for a fond memory moment. Until…he started to move his limbs like the hands of a clock.
At 12:30 – with his head at the top and his feet at the end – he was so adorable. At 3:45, his head was butting into my ribs and his feet were pulling the sheets off the bed. At 6:00, his toes were tickling my chin. And, at 9:15, he kicked me in the lower back (I had turned over) and now I had to go to the bathroom. Finally, he was back to 12:30 again and I heard, “I love you, Mommy.” By this time, I was ready to get up…I would just have to take a nap later. By myself!
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