A game of musical beds

I now understand why some mothers and fathers have separate bedrooms. I miss our guest room. We moved from a 2200 sq. ft. house to one that is 4500 sq. ft. We traded in the Guest Room/Office for a proper office. How I miss that old room!

The other night I was kicked out of the bedroom at 9:30. Daddy wanted to hit the hay early as he is out of the house daily at the crack of dawn. He cannot fall asleep with me plunking on my keyboard and the television on. (I was watching FoodNetwork Star.) So I went downstairs with my laptop and a pillow and settled myself comfortably on the couch. I couldn't fall asleep. (The internet does that to me sometimes.)

And there was a violent storm outside. So violent it was that I went to the front hall closet in search of two large flashlights. For Just in Case. I find when I am prepared I don't need them. The storm was bright, loud and scary. Finally at 11:30 I shut off the computer and focused on the television... and eventually my eyes felt heavy enough to close. I was too tired to drag my body upstairs so I fell asleep on the couch. It's quite comfortable.

A short while later the AC kicked on. A humongous roar escaped from the deep, dark belly of the basement. And not long after that the television turned itself off which woke me up. And then I was awake. I knew that every little noise would wake me up from there on in so I trudged upstairs to bed. There I found Alexander snuggled up next to Daddy. I crawled in next to them. And the thunder rolled. Not outside though. The thunder in the bedroom. And not the kind you're thinking! The annoying sound of a freight train escaping my sleeping husband's lips. Argh.

So I crawled into Alexander's bed and snuggled up with all 101 stuffed animals. A short while later there was a crash and the lights came on. "Turn them off, NOW!" I shouted. A Startled Alexander promptly did what he was told and crawled in next to me, and all 101 and one animals. I was smooshed up against the wall. By this point I was vaguely aware of the fact I would be getting no sleep whatsoever that night.

At some point I managed to get up and sneak away from a slumbering Alexander and crawl back in to my own bed. The thunderous noise had subsided. I fell fast asleep. Until I heard the stomping (there is no pitter-patter when it comes to Alexander) of little feet across the carpeted hallway floor. And back in with me he crawled. I fell into a deep sleep for about a half an hour until Daddy's alarm clock went off at 5:15.

I vaguely heard him get out of bed and crunch across the hard wood floor. I vaguely heard him close the bathroom door. I vaguely heard the shower. I was up at 7:15. The past two hours were the best sleep I had had all night.

We need a guest room.

I can't wait until the kids are grown and gone and in college!