I get the best sleep when The Boy and I are away from home. It’s a mystery to me, as I’m particular about the bed and pillow I sleep on.
Last night, I realized why I sleep better away from home when I had trouble falling asleep. (It was one of those unexplainable restless nights, when you are too tired to fall asleep. I hate those nights.)
While I was laying still, trying to will myself to sleep, Ben crawled into bed, walked over my legs to my left side and collapsed, huddled next to me.
Meanwhile, Bridget migrated from the foot of the bed to my right side (thankfully not walking on me), snuggling with her head on my shoulder.
I was pinned. I couldn’t move my arms, I couldn’t move the sheet, I couldn’t roll over.
Sweet, yes, but disruptive the furbabies are.
{Do you think they’ll let me take a nap at work today? I’m exhausted!}