A King Isn't Enough

You know, when Paul and I were newlyweds, we bought this beautiful, big, fluffy king-size bed for ourselves. Oh my goodness, it was heaven to be in. I had my half, he had his half, and if we wanted to stretch out in all directions, we could! We had pillows galore and all the room in the world to sleep comfortably.

That little slice of heaven is gone now.

I woke up this morning gripping the edge of my bed for dear life. I stretched my head up to see where Paul was and there was my dear husband, in the same exact position as I was just on the clear other side of the bed. Who's in the middle, you ask? Our children.

When Nyla woke up around 5:30, I brought her to our bed to nurse and to go back to sleep for a little while. Nyla takes up more room than I do in a bed! And she's only a little over two feet long! But who takes up more room than her? OKIE! She sleeps flat on her back, crossways between Paul and me!

Here she is on the couch. Apparently she owns this.

I guess she's comfortable.

So as a family, we look like a big "H" in bed: Paul and I on the sides, clinging for dear life on the edges while our two children lazily stretch themselves between us. Now they are living in our heavenly bed, comfortable and happy, while Paul and I wonder how a king-size bed isn't close to being big enough for us!

Yeah yeah yeah, don't get all high and mighty, telling me that I'm breaking the cardinal rule of child-rearing: never let them in your bed! I'm over that. I will take the two or three hours of extra sleep in exchange for having Nyla in our bed. As for Okie, well she's a lost cause. I'm afraid she'll be in our bed with us forever. She is the original snuggle bug.