We are in yet another bout of musical beds. As of Monday night, I have decided it’s out of hand and time to enforce an everyone sleeps in their own bed policy.
This was the situation Monday night. I went to bed shortly after the girls. Sean took Ella to potty when he went to bed and brought her into our room where she commenced loud breathing. She doesn’t snore, but she breathes really loud. Really.
So, I moved to her bed. Samantha woke up and moved into Ella’s twin bed with me.
Then the dog decided she needed to go potty, again, waking Penelope in the process of getting my attention. I let the dog out, waited for her to patrol the yard, and got Penny, now screaming for me, out of her crib. She and I climbed into Samantha’s twin bed.
Penny likes to sleep with her arm wrapped under my neck, her hand touching my face, and our noses touching. Sounds sweet, I know, but try sleeping like that.
Then Samantha woke and decided to go to our bed with Sean and Ella. She, of course, had to wake me to tell me she was doing that.
The dog, sensing an opportunity, jumped onto Ella’s bed.
Every one woke refreshed and ready to go Tuesday morning.
Oh, wait. Sean turned off the alarm in our room which I didn’t hear since I was in the girls’ room. Penny woke at her preordained time of six forty, crawling on my face to get out of bed. I went and woke the three grumpy heads in my bed.
In the last week, I have slept (or tried to sleep) in every bed in this house, on both couches, on the floor behind the couch, and on the little trampoline in the backyard (surprisingly comfortable, but ultimately a little chilly).
I believe that means it is officially time to insist everyone sleep in their own bed. Or at least not in mine.
Do you play musical beds in your house? Do your kids wake up at night still? Does it ever stop (please lie and say it does)?