Low-grade disgruntlement
I didn’t sleep well last night. My neck is hurting so I thought I’d sleep in Madison’s futon bed because it’s much more firm than our bed. Lately we’ve been starting Madison in her own bed and then she wakes up and climbs into ours, which is how Noah did it for a good long while. We readied her for this (starting in her own bed) by reading The Cuddlers and telling her how some of her friends do it that way and by telling this story that we used to tell Noah: “Mommy and Daddy are sleeping in bed and they hear pit-pat, pit-pat! Climb, climb, climb! And there’s a little Maddie in the bed!” Both kids like this story.
Anyway last night I said I would start in Madison’s bed and she could sleep in the big bed and I would be the cuddler who climbs in late, which she found amusing. So I lay down in her bed and I could feel my neck kinda spasm as it relaxed and all was good until there was a little pit-pat, pit-pat! Climb, climb, climb! And there was a little Maddie wedged into my armpit!
“You are the bestest!” she said. “So I want to sleep with you!”
Two hours later she was snoring softly (and sweating the way those preschoolers do — little furnaces that they are) so I peeled her off of me and went back to the big bed. And just as I was drifting off there, here it came again. Pit-pat, pit-pat! Climb, climb climb! And there was a little Maddie not-so-gently shoving me off the pillow because she hadn’t brought hers in with me and needed to share!
I am very tired today but my neck is a little better from the two hours in the harder bed.
I do love the co-sleeping though. And I generally don’t mind musical beds because it doesn’t happen all that often. So, you know, I ain’t dissing the family bed thing.
Anyway, I wanted to launch our new web site tomorrow but we’ll have to see if the caffeine has any impact on my sad, sorry brain and this is why I’m disgruntled. Well, that and the fact that I haven’t written anything for my own self (besides this blog, which doesn’t count) in what seems like decades and that always makes me squirrely.
