and the little one said - Roll over... so we all rolled over and one got out...
there were two in the bed... you know the song...
I am trying to figure out how one small creature (just a hair taller than 39 inches) can completely dominate a space - while sleeping....
My husband and I have a king size bed, that somehow on more than one occasion every week, the 3 year old kicks us both out of ... after he comes down to crawl in with us...
I'm not a good sleeper anyway, even at the best of times, so when he kicks I just give up and go... because I know that it will be quite some time before I get back to sleep anyway and there is always something to do at 2 am... (My sleep issue is that my body automatically wakes up when I do... even after 1/2 an hour of sleep and I feel wide awake for an hour or two at least before I can head back to bed).
Some nights he's good and just snuggles up and doesn't move after that... I can live with that and usually don't really even wake up...
but then there are his kickboxing nights and man can that little leg pack a punch in the kidneys when you least expect it...
I'm adding it to my random mysteries of the universe... right behind the question of how laundry multiplies but socks divide and why no one else in the house can replace the toilet paper or refill the sugar bowl...
Happy Monday all!
