Family bed weirdness

I’ve never slept with accessories.

Teddy bears, blankies, dolls. Nope.

I always used to wonder, growing up, what it would be like to sleep naked. I never did, because I was chicken. I heard stories about people who turned up at the dorms in college and had roommates who pranced around au natural and slept totally in the buff.

Yeah, I didn’t have that. I did have one roommate, Amanda, who left some ravioli in a dish by the sink until it grew like three inches of mold. I like to think it was an experiment. My friend Katie came over to visit my room one night and was so horrified by the ravioli project that she set about sanitizing the bathroom area.

Katie ended up being my next roommate, and she decorated for every holiday. Every. Not just a knickknack here and there or a cling on the window, no…she had legit decor for every holiday. Valentines. Easter. St. Patrick’s Day. Halloween. Thanksgiving. Christmas, for months and months. It was festive and nice and totally a good memory, although Katie pretty much thinks I’m the devil or something. My point is that my roommates definitely kept their clothes on. And I don’t think either of them slept with any accessories, either. Amanda liked the radio and Katie always made her bed. End of odd.

MY POINT IS NOT EVEN ABOUT COLLEGE ROOMMATES.

So while I’ve never slept with accessories other than my iPhone since it came into existence and, you know, my husband, I do now.

Her name is Lucy and she pokes me in the eyes, pees on me routinely, and sometimes smacks me in her sleep.

I never slept with my kids. Max slept really well in his own bed by the time he was a week or two old, and Ava only slept in my bed in the mornings when she’d sometimes snuggle for a while.

When Lucy came along (because you might not know since I’ve never really mentioned it more than ten or twenty times but I live in a house with every person I’ve ever known), she pretty much refused to sleep anywhere except right next to me. And I know, I know, we should have let her cry for a while and made her get used to sleeping on her own, but her crying stresses Josh out a lot since he wants her world to be perfect and without misery. And she wakes up the whole house. And there’s really not room for a crib in our room anyway.

And maybe I like it that she’s snuggly. If you tickle me, do I not laugh?

Except she’s sixteen months old and she still doesn’t sleep through the night, and she’s kind of an obnoxious bed hog.

Things won’t change as far as our sleeping arrangements for a while, at least until we move, which will be…you know, time.

So I’m not asking for diatribes about how I am doing her a disservice by keeping her in my bed.

I just wanted to bitch for a minute.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m overdue for some hair pulling and milk breath.

4 thoughts on “Family bed weirdness

  1. :-) That could have been written about my big boy, he was like that. Slept with me ’til we moved when he was 2.5 years old and finally had his own bedroom. Even then it took about a year before he stopped climbing into my bed in the night. At 9.5 years old he’s more snuggly than my rambunctious 19 month old who happily sleeps through the night in his own bed. While I appreciate the good sleeps now (because it was not that way the first six months of life!) I sometimes wish we could just snuggle down together. I’ve tried on vacation and on lazy mornings and he wants nothing to do with it. But my big boy would probably do it in a heartbeat if I offered.

  2. I am glad that I live in India and family beds are normal. I could not imagine Noah being off in some other room alone. ESPECIALLY with those giant spiders and the lack of insulation in our home. It does get a little tiresome at times, but I am usually so very happy about it. My favorite thing is looking at my two guys sleeping in exactly the same positions and listening to their similar sounds. After all, I am usually awake MUCH later than them. But, lately, Noah tries to keep himself awake. He chatters and whispers, and kicks Javeed and pulls my hair for attention. Don’t know what we can do. We’ve made our bed…

  3. I’m still cosleeping with my 3 year old – I was only thinking tonight how precious it was – and that it will be over all too soon. Enjoy the moment :)

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