Daddy Bish and I have decided that we need a bigger bed. We have already established that co-sleeping means no sleeping… but when you add a furry critter to the mix (that would be the dog), finding a place to sleep is nearly impossible!
We are a “cry it out… within reason” family… which means Munchie ends up in our bed sometimes. If Daddy brings Munchie into bed before I am ready to go to sleep, I am likely to forfeit my “spot” for the night. Munchie likes to sleep with his head hanging off the bed… and sometimes after a LONG day… risking waking him up to slip back into bed is not something I am willing to attempt. So… off to the couch I go. (If roles are reversed between Daddy and I, Daddy gets the couch.)
Sometimes, I do risk moving Munchie to the middle of the bed. When this happens, he feels the need to practice his ninja training skills until the wee hours of the morning. Pretty sure every parent can relate… we are all raising sleeper cell ninjas that will one day fight off zombies, aliens, or some other terrifying creatures.
*** Yes, there are Thin Mints on my night stand. No, I do not share.