1:49 AM. That’s when the dreaded thing happened that I’ve prayed would never happen. Ethan sat up and then threw up all over the bed. He was sleeping in my bed because Jason was working. NOT a fun mess to wake up to. Poor little guy was terrified too.
So why was this even worth blogging about? I know most moms have already dealt with this too many times to count. Luckily, this was my first time and he’s four! Why I am telling you this is because I thought it was ironic that I was gonna blog about my bed today anyways. Let me explain…
As you can see, we have a big bed. It’s a Cal King and has steps on each side to help you get into it. I was planning on putting the comforter and all the pretty pillows on and taking a picture of it…instead, you get to see one pillow and an old set of sheets because Tater tossed on everything else. Anyways, what I was gonna tell you about was what happens when Jason works nights. You see, when he works nights, I end up with all 3 kids in bed with me.
I was going to have Lila and Mia host The Bidness and have them tell you how they love sleeping in my bed with me and snuggling up and pushing me further off the very big bed. I was also going to tell you how they fight over who gets to sleep next to me, and how I usually end up in the middle of them until they go to sleep. And how magically when they wake up they are back in their own beds, or if they are still in my bed, how grouchy I am when it’s time to get out of bed and they don’t know why. Here’s why:
There should be enough room in that big ol’ bed for me and three little people, right? Wrong. I end up with maybe 10 – 12 inches of room to sleep on, and usually also end up with an arm and/or leg hanging off the side. Meanwhile, the girls are upside down, horizontal and everything else while Tater is also hanging on to 10 inches on the other side of the bed. But he’s a lot smaller than me and it’s enough room for him.
So last night, I FINALLY decided to let the girls fall asleep in our bed, and then I moved them back to their own beds. I was a happy camper. Tater was happy. I even went to bed early so I could get a full night of uninterrupted sleep.
And then 1:49 AM hit and all hell broke loose. Stripping the bed, showering and then having Lila waking up was not fun. Sleeping in Tater’s double bed with him and Lila was also not fun. Fortunately, he didn’t throw up again and seems to be fine now. And I am even more fortunate that the girls weren’t in bed with us when he started hurling or it might have been a toss fest in there!
But I really, REALLY need to get those kids out of my bed on the nights that Jason works so I can be the one upside down and horizontal and everything else.