The Bed What?!

Last night, our 5 year-old daughter (she’ll be 6 in April) had her first sleep-over. Ummm, that would be at a friend’s house. I don’t count nights with Abuelita (My mom) and Grandma (Keith’s mom). This was a full-blown official sleep-over, and something I was not prepared for. Emotionally, that is. However, I like this family and Amelia has been friends with their daughter since they were three. Now they’re in kindergarten together and are almost inseparable. So, when she asked, and Kristina’s dad said he was going to set up Kristina’s pup tent for them to sleep in, I just couldn’t bring myself to say no. And so, Amelia Grace had her very first sleep-over while Mama (That’s me) had to suck it up and admit her little girl is growing up.

Now, this is what transpired last evening, while Amelia was happily sleeping at her friend’s house. I put our 4 year-old son to bed. He sleeps on the bottom bunk and Amelia has the top. Inevitably, sometime through the night, Jonas always ends up in the top bunk with his sister. Last night, however, Jonas knew his sister wouldn’t be there. So, instead of climbing to her bed, he came into our room. For the life of me, I will NEVER understand how that tiny little 4 year-old boney body can take up SO MUCH SPACE!

Keith and I are not small people. We have a queen-size bed that fits us comfortably. Enter Jonas or Amelia, or--God-forbid--both, and space becomes a premium.

So, last night, Jonas climbs into bed with us. Then, my husband says “Why don’t you go sleep in Jonas’ bed.” I jumped at this opportunity. I like my sleep. And, that bottom bunk is actually comfortable. So, off I go. I’m totally ready for a good night’s sleep (Uhh, at this point it was already 3:00am). I snuggle under Jonas’ trucks-n-cars comforter and drift off into nighttime bliss.

Then, an hour or two later, (I don’t exercise at 4:30am on Saturdays) Jonas climbs over my head, shoves his boney feet into the back of it, tells me he loves me, and promptly falls asleep. I lay there. Fully awake. After all, I get up at this time all week long. But I want to SLEEP! I need to sleep after getting up at that time all week long. It ain’t easy, let me tell you. So, I force myself to drift off again. Only this time, I’m soooo not comfortable. I mean, this is a twin-size bed for crying out loud. A few hours later, I roll out of the bunk with a kink in my back. This did not work out the way I planned. *Sigh*

Anyway, I go back into my room, Keith is sprawled across the bed, snoring the rafters down, and all I can do is shake my head. Looks like computer time is in order. A little while later, Keith wakes up and Jonas comes back to our room and climbs into my lap. Then, Keith asks me, “How’d you sleep?”

“Terrible, since Jonas decided to sleep with me.”

Keith’s reply? “Looks like I won the bed wars.”

The bed what?!

I had no answer but this, “Don’t think that’s ever gonna happen again, buddy.” Sheesh!

Sandy :-)