Someone’s gonna get hurt around here.
I can’t take it anymore. And neither can my husband.
Our kids have completely taken over our marital bed.
No matter what we do, they always manage to find their way back.
We have bribed them with candy, money, unsupervised playdates and stock options.
We have threatened them with no tv, no toys, lectures on Eastern European Economic Trends and waterboarding (not the Laka Havasu kind. The CIA kind).
I am at my wit’s end.
The other night, I tried to fake them out. I climbed into one of their beds and fell soundly asleep on the most comfortable twin mattress ever. Because it was all mine.
For like five seconds.
Apparently my boys are hard wired to hunt me down in the middle of the night and proceed to throw themselves on me every which way with no consideration whatsoever for my internal organs.
Normally, I am a cheerful and forgiving person. But if I don’t get my much needed and well deserved sleep soon, things are going to be a lot less cheerful and more Guantanomo Bay around here.
Um….this is where you do your part and give me some suggestions. Because if you want quality blogging, then getting them to stay in their beds each night is in your best interest too.
Otherwise, i may start drifting off in the middle of my blozzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz