At one time you were all mine. The hubby and I could lay across you with plenty room to spare.
Now my dear bed you are over crowded.
There isn’t room to move around from side to side
No room to stretch my arms wide
No room my dear bed for the rightful owners to occupy!
Listen folks I don’t know if anyone else has experienced this but I’m not a fan of co-sleeping or the family bed! For the past four years my husband and I haven’t had a full nights sleep in or own bed (except for the RARE occasions the kids are gone all at one time, which is almost NEVER) We have been officially kicked out of or own bed.
On a good night (which again is rare) we all start off in our respective spaces. The twins fall asleep in my arms and I carry them to their crib. Erick is tucked into his comfy Thomas themed bed and mommy and daddy both head off to the confines of the ‘master suite’. Then around 3 a.m. all hell breaks loose. Erick makes his way into our bed, we send him back to his, he comes back, we take him back, he returns… after the fourth back and forth I’m to tired to fight so he remains in the bed with us. Then around 3:30 a.m. Leah starts crying we go check on her, give her back the pacificer, she’s not consolded so we end up picking her up and bringing her to the bed. It’s 4:00 a.m. and Myles is now awake and wants out of his baby jail as well. By this time all five of us are in the bed.