sleeping arrangement

One of the constant changes in our household is the sleeping arrangement.

In the recent months, S has been sleeping with me while N would switch between my room (sleep with me and S, me being in middle) or his room (sleep with Daddy.) As they grow up, on the nights when the two kids sleeping with me on the king size bed, it seems to be more and more crowded. Last night, after one very rough night (for me), which they took turns putting their legs on me or rolled toward me, I gently asked S, “would you consider to sleep in your room during the weekdays and sleep in my room during weekends? (the sleeping arrangement couple months ago.)" She agreed without hesitation.

Sunday night S slept in her room and I told her she is welcome to come over if she got scared. N slept in his room with Daddy. Me having the king size bed to myself.

It was empty. I was lonely. I woke up in the middle of the night, thinking if I should go find S.

I told her the next day. She told me that she woke up in the middle of the night and was thinking if she should come to my room. “but I didn’t," she said, “I meditated and I fell a sleep again."

attagirl. 🙂

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This morning, N asked, “why didn’t you sleep with me last night?" “sorry, I fell asleep with Daddy. But I am glad that you came and got me." I said.

“Ya," he said, “I woke up in the middle of the night and I didn’t see you." “I was about to cry but I didn’t. I walked through the hallway. I was not sure which room you are in, (S’s and N’s rooms are side by side) so I went to my room first."

“and you made the right choice. You found me." We smiled at each other.

Ah, the sleeping arrangement. I will miss this time when they become teenagers. 🙂

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