There were three in the bed
Bedtime. We three pile into Little Miss' single bed. I pull out three stories. We argue over which to read first. At the end of story time, it's lights out. No moving The Baby into her cot. No, mama does not give her cherubs a kiss goodnight, and confidently walks out the door. Mama balances on the edge of the single bed until Little Miss and The Baby fall asleep. The trundle is pulled out. There is a good chance Little Miss or The Baby will end up sleeping on it at some point in the night. Little Miss and The Baby insist on sleeping together. They hold hands until they fall asleep. It's lovely. What isn't lovely is that they want me to lie with them and cuddle both of them equally. If I so much as move, they stir. At any time of the night. A toilet break is a luxury. A good night's sleep is a dream. Last night both fell asleep quickly. I moved The Baby to the trundle successfully and tip toed out. I was so ecstatic that I went to bed, my bed, imm...