We have a rule in this house...you sleep in your own bed, UNLESS it's your birthday. Then (and only then) you get to sleep in mom and dads bed on your birthday night.
One night of the year.
I was recently reminded of why we have this rule. Kohen and I had to share a bed while staying at a friends house.
After being punched in every body part imaginable, I realized how much I hate sharing a bed with my children.
At what point in your life, do you learn to sleep like an adult? Where you don't end up with your feet on the pillow? I mean, all my kids are weird like that.
Basically, somehow someway, their tiny little bodies end up taking up our gigantic king size bed. They somehow manage to wrangle their way into every nook and cranny, pushing us further and further to the edges.
The two unsuspecting normal bed dwellers lay at the edges of the bed, grasping for morning time so they can stop getting pile drives to the face from tiny people.
Basically, 6 times a year, I despise sleeping. Who made up this rule anyways? Oh that's right. Me. Good one, mom.
This post is pointless, carry on with your life. But just know, all parents getting kicked in the face while they sleep...UNITE.