I’m an insomniac. I roam around the house in the darkness, never wanting to wake Mac and the Tater, but wishing I could fall asleep and stay asleep. Drugs? Eh, not so much for me. Warm Milk? YUCK. Margaritas? Well, of course, but that doesn’t work either.
But last night, at 2:00 am? The Tater crawled into bed with us. This doesn’t happen often, only once in a while so it’s nothing we freak out about.
But last night? I didn’t hear a thing. Didn’t wake up. Didn’t semi-consciously realize she was in bed.
And in case you think she was a little stealth, and tiptoed in, remember she’s 5….there’s nothing stealth about her.
No, she ran into the room (I’m guessing – I was asleep and she ALWAYS runs), came to my side of the bed, had to crawl over me (no easy feat by itself), get her pillow situated (Mac sleeps with a pillow under his arm – HER pillow), get her stuffed doggie just right, get under the covers, snuggle up to us and go to sleep.
AND I SLEPT THROUGH THE ENTIRE THING!
I woke up this morning to Mac saying it was time to get up and him getting the Tater up out of our bed. “When did she get in our bed?”
“Around 2:00 this morning…didn’t you hear her?”
“Ummm, sure….yea, I heard her….”
Now 2 things have occurred to me…..
#1 – I was ASLEEP. TOTALLY asleep. So asleep I didn’t even budge when a 40 pound child climbed over me and proceeded to wreck havoc in our bed.
#2 – if anyone out there needs sleeping space, apparently it’s ok to bunk with us because it won’t bother me one bit. You just have to wait until 2:00 am to show up. I’ll leave the light on for ya….