Bedroom issues

My bed is overrun. We have a queen sized bed, and seven nights out of the week it seems too small. Why is this? Could it be the overfed healthy baby wedged between a toss and turn mom and a "roll over, you're snoring" dad? Could it be the hair in your face from a daughter who insists on wearing it down, and sleeping practically face to face with you? Could it be your toddler, who has finally (yes, it's a sad day) figured out how to climb out of his crib and crawl into bed with you? I knew this day would come, but I didn't know it would be so hard.

Last night, Owen came into our room. Not sure of the time. Just knew it was still dark and I was still in the boob-in-face stance with the baby. Seems like he won't sleep unless it is right there, you know for when he rolls over and decides to have a midnight snack, and a 3 AM snack, and a...you get the picture.

Anyway.

Owen is now in my bed. I am sandwiched between two boys...not counting the dad taking up his half undisputed. Hair is everywhere.

A little while later. (Once again, I am assuming here.) I hear a THUMP. A whimper. SILENCE. Hmmm, okay, still sleeping.

I wake up a little later and notice Owen on the floor. In a that-can't-be-comfortable sleeping position. Snoozing away. Hmm. At least he landed on a nice fluffy pillow. Guess he can sleep anywhere.

Tight squeeze. Notice the empty crib?

NTS: Son can climb out of crib. Not so good on edges of bed without guardrail.