The sleeping arrangements at Grandma and Grandpa’s house leave a little to be desired. At least for me.
Little G was satisfied to sleep on a blow up kiddie bed for the first two nights but unfortunately that has lost it’s luster and he’s found the bed where I sleep (in the same room) much more appealing. I crawled in last night with just enough room to sleep on my side with one arm above my head.
I proceeded to get kicked in the ribs no less than 55 times throughout the night. Because you know why? He was sleeping perpendicular to the bed, as in his feet – RIGHT NEXT TO my ribs. Yeah.
And you know what’s REALLY ironic? Baby decided to sleep through the night.
Yep. This is my life.
And I love it. Really, I do…
P.S. Happy Mardi Gras!!