A Night In The Life

Soooo....I went to bed last night but decided against sleeping in my own bed. It was cluttered with a few of my husband's clothes and I was no longer in maid mode. Principles, people. He can hang up his own jacket, right? So I headed off to my oldest son's room and snuggled with him, eventually falling asleep. My husband woke me up a short time later--he apparently was in no mood to hang up his jacket either--and was going to sleep in Big pup's bed. After finding me there he went to our youngest son's room to sleep. Around 4 o'clock I woke up to find Little pup calling for me from my room. He had woken up and went to look for me. He didn't want to hang up daddy's jacket either so we both went back to his room and I told him a story about Santa Claus driving a big truck so he could go back to sleep. The story woke up my husband who decided that we were being too loud for him so he grabbed his pillow and stumbled his way to Big pup's room. And that's were we all stayed until it was time to get up and ready for school.

I haven't decided if having 3 bedrooms is not enough or if it's too many.