Goldilocks

The fan in the twins' room has been giving us problems. It's only works at one speed and the power box smells like it's threatening to start what firefighters would call an electrical fire. The outcome of that is I've begun to feel a little bit like the baby bear in Goldilocks and the 3 bears.

Rather than have to fire up their air-conditioner (which gives the both of them stuffy noses), we have moved them into our bedroom where it is cool and there are two fans whirling if necessary. The sorry outcome of that is that I've been relegated to the floor. For little munchkins that are less than 1 m tall, they do take up an inordinate amount of space on our king bed.

Packrat and I asked one another after our first night of disturbed sleep where we were constantly kicked in the face whether there was actually a larger than king sized bed because that was a bed we ought to buy, considering that if Muffin were join in the fray in a year or so, it wouldn't just be me sleeping on the floor.

I am also very concerned about how I am going to wean them off this habit. Obviously, this is the bed that is "just right" for them. They sleep quicker and are less prone to nightmares and they are better able to get themselves back to bed if they wake without us stumbling across to them blurry-eyed to shush them back to sleep. But how will we get them to go back into their own rooms which is the far inferior choice in their opinion? As is, when they slept in their rooms, they would somehow migrate over during the night. But at least, then I got to go to bed with Packrat and cuddle up to him for a bit, pretend for a while that it is just the both of us.

Now, I can't even do that because the twins go to bed first and they call dibs on the best parts of the bed. Every night, Packrat finds himself trying to decide what is the best way to fit himself into the puzzle with the pieces already set. We do try to move them into positions more space-friendly, but they seem to know and grunt, whine and wiggle back into the originally exclusive position they had first adopted.



















The funny thing about this is we get to hear the funny sleep talk one-liners. Evan has been known to yell "Don't touch the iron!" at 1 in the morning and last night, Jordan sat up with her eyes half closed and asked "What's that?" I said "Papa" and she said "Okay" then proceed to collapse back onto the bed and was asleep before her head hit the pillow.


It is true though. When I watch them sleep, I marvel at how they were little babies once and they were the best things that I ever made. But that's when they're asleep. When they're awake and being little terrors, I ask what in God's name possessed me to think having kids was a good idea. But then again, much of that irate-ness comes from the fact that I don't sleep enough.