In the morning after Trevor leaves for work, I usually have two little boys come in my room and ask if they can sleep in my bed with me.
They climb on in and proceed to argue about who gets to sleep next to me.
I tell them that i have two sides and that Joshua can sleep on this side.
He says~ but i will fall off the bed.
And i say~ no you won't cause I'm right here.
So he lays down and we all go into a sort of sleep where we're tossing and turning but still being quiet.
The heater kicks on and we're all nice and warm and peaceful.
Then I catch a whiff of someones breath (and it's not mine cause I keep my mouth closed) and I realize that I'm in the middle of a stinky breath sandwich and then the nice, peaceful mood is kinda ruined.
But then I remember that they fought over who got to sleep next to me and that that'll only last for a couple more years (at the most) and I feel better.
I can deal with nasty breath.
But I definitely keep my nose covered with the sheets.
They climb on in and proceed to argue about who gets to sleep next to me.
I tell them that i have two sides and that Joshua can sleep on this side.
He says~ but i will fall off the bed.
And i say~ no you won't cause I'm right here.
So he lays down and we all go into a sort of sleep where we're tossing and turning but still being quiet.
The heater kicks on and we're all nice and warm and peaceful.
Then I catch a whiff of someones breath (and it's not mine cause I keep my mouth closed) and I realize that I'm in the middle of a stinky breath sandwich and then the nice, peaceful mood is kinda ruined.
But then I remember that they fought over who got to sleep next to me and that that'll only last for a couple more years (at the most) and I feel better.
I can deal with nasty breath.
But I definitely keep my nose covered with the sheets.
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