This morning a little hand tapped me on the shoulder around four. "I had a bad dream" came the whisper and I pulled a little body into bed with me.
Ten minutes later I heard a whimper from the next smaller boy. I mumbled in my sleep and pulled him onto the bed as well.
Of course, doing this squished me up against my husband who was already flat against the wall. My shoulders were too wide so I had to sleep with one arm over my head.
Now I am waiting for coffee. Wonderful beautiful coffee.
Note to Self: in future, tuck the boys into bed and go curl up on couch.
Of course, probably by the next time these nephews spend the night they'll be much bigger and not at all interested in crawling into Auntie's bed because of a bad dream. |