The Family Bed

I was telling my mother that my oldest and middle children always seem to end up sleeping in bed with us. Mr Puffles had suggested simply telling them to go back to bed, but I was horrified and said that I could never reject them like that because I had been especially sensitive to that very specific thing as a child myself.

So, most nights, I wake up in the dark hours of the morning to the soft scrunch of feet on the carpet to hear a small voice say "Mommy? Can I sleep with you?" And I always lift up the blanket and let Monkey or Puppy scramble into the bed. Usually this is blissful for the child to be sandwiched between mom and dad in a snuggle of warmth and attention.

One time, Monkey had snuck into bed with me after Mr Puffles had already left the bed and snuggled down with me. I had my eyes closed and heard a little voice say "Mommy! You're snoring!"

"Oh. So sorry." So, I rolled over assuming that would do the trick.

Unfortunately, I drifted off quickly and woke to hear my Monkey give out an extremely annoyed "HMMMPFT!", fling off the covers, and stomp off back to his bed.

I guess co-sleeping does have it's pros and cons for everyone involved.