Yeah, so, it’s getting really crowded in our bed.
No, my mighty, mighty good man David and I haven’t become swingers … yet. Our kid and dog keeping getting in bed with us, and it’s starting to result in less-than-stellar sleep.
My mighty, mighty good boy Calvin usually gets out of his bed between 2 a.m. and 4 a.m., and crawls into our bed. He goes right back to sleep. We realize that we should probably kick him out, but …. He’s so cute and snuggly. Also, he’s our only kid, and before we know it he will not want to snuggle with us anymore. That’s going to be so sad. We need to take our snuggles while we can get it.
The dog, Toby, starts the night in his bed on the floor in our room. But after we fall asleep in gets on our bed and slowly works his way to the head of the bed. He will get under the covers and rest his head on my pillow and spoon with me. Seriously. He thinks he’s people. We realize that we should probably kick him out, but …. He’s so cute and snuggly, too!
So now, most mornings we wake up and all four of us are in our queen-size bed: David, Calvin, Toby and me. It’s starting to get a little crammed, but we think we’ve come up with a solution.
We need to get a bigger bed.
Oh sure, we could set boundaries, but that shit is hard. We’re just going to get a bigger bed. Problem solved!