I am a bad mother and let Lily sleep with me until recently, when Ross and I got married. I am starting to think that he might want to trade places with her or vice versa. I now know why people sleep in seperate rooms.
The first week or so, when I was dozing because I thought I might miss Lily crying for me in the night (little did I know you can't miss someone in your face...sneaky troll). I must have been enough asleep to forget that I was married. I felt someone move beside me and had a panic attack. Why was someone in bed with me bigger than Lily? Who is this man? OOOPPPSS
About a month ago, I was sleeping oh so soundly when my elbow found a nice resting place. What is a pillow doing up this far? Hhhmm is this Lily? So to figure out these answers, I bang my elbow on this strange surface over and over until...oooppss sorry husband. I didn't kow your FACE was there.
Then a few nights ago. I was having a benadryl sleep (thanks to the Christmas tree) and something awoke me. ANOTHER STRANGE MAN. Why did this strange man roll toward me? Why is the lamp so far away? How bad will I have to thrust it against his head to hurt him? oooohhh waaaiiittt. That's Ross again.
I think it is Ross' best interest to move onto the couch or recliner or other random soft surface. It can't be anymore uncomfortable than an antique lamp against your face.
