So, I said I was going to have a slumber party with the kiddies, which I did. Not my brightest idea. I use the term "slumber" loosely, very loosely. It was more of a "totally tick mom off" party. The kids didn't really want to go to sleep (which I did, because I had to get up in the morning and get the car packed and ready to go to St. George...by myself...alone with the kids...all four of them. I know, I'm a saint:)).
Finally, once they were asleep they all proceeded to play musical bed spots. The girls have this thing about sleeping by me. Either they have some major separation issues, or they really, really love me. Anyway, everywhere I went...there they were. There was also the little game of "blanket tug-o-war" and "who can cole cock mama in the face". The combination of all these things does not make for a very sound slumber. Frankly, I am shocked we made it to St. George alive. Driving makes me sleepy on a good day, let alone a day following the worst night's sleep imaginable.
Thankfully, the kids don't read my blog, so they will never know my true feelings regarding our little "slumber" party. They may, however, begin to wonder when they ask to have another one and I fall to the floor and curl up in the fetal position. But, we'll just deal with that when the time comes.
Sorry the pictures are a little blurry.
Before. See the nice, long space there on the left side of the bed. That was to be my spot.
After. Notice how the sleeping arrangments have changed. Also notice how MY SPACE somehow shrunk to a quarter of the size.