To sleep — perchance to sleep

Bed is my favourite thing.

Man, I slept well last night. Just me and my boyfriend, Pino. Pinot Grigio, silly reader. Get your mind out of the gutter!

That’s right, last night I stayed over at my sister’s place — sans kids. I ate Thai food, drank wine and had a beautiful, wonderful, relaxing sleep in her futon. All. By. Myself.

Now don’t get me wrong, I love my kids so much I could eat them, but sleeping through the night is a beautiful thing. It seems like every night I wakeup at 2 am with someone extra in my bed.

Me and the hubs, no problem. But me, the hubs and one to three growing children? Yikes. Oh, did I mention we have a queen size bed? Yes, that’s right, I’m talking about two inches of space per family member — except for Peytie, the youngest and smallest, who demands 3 full feet of space and still manages to kick us in the head!

I’m not complaining. (OK, so maybe I am, just a little.) I know I’m so lucky to have three tiny critters who want to sleep with me. I love that I’m the one they look to for comfort in the middle of the night and that at this point in their lives I can usually make everything better. They’re awesome. And that’s why I don’t turn them away. Soon enough no one will want to sleep with me — although hopefully the hubs will stick around — and I’ll be reminiscing about how sweet and lovely it was to have this to complain about.

But, that doesn’t mean I can’t indulge in a sleepover at my sister’s place every now and then. And look at her futon as the greatest, best spa treatment EVER. Thanks sista! You rock.