Life is too short to sleep on low thread-count sheets. ~Leah StussyMy younger kids might as well not even have beds. Somewhere in the course of their lives, they've decided that bedrooms are overrated and every night, I find that they have migrated from their respective rooms, their respective comfy lofts or bunks, to the couches in what we call our Big Room. I can make whatever pleas, threats, bargains I like, but they somehow still end up here, all three of them.
And while you can't see it very well in this photo, they will also all end up on the same couch. See The Baby and Sweetheart on one end? See Monet's jeans jutting out from the other direction (that's the other thing. Why can't he wear pajamas like the rest of us? Do all fourteen-year-old boys wear the same clothes for days at a time unless they are pried from their kicking, screaming bodies?) We have two couches down there, see, a long one and a love seat, both scored at My Favorite Thrift Store for a song, and they're in pretty good shape (much better shape than the white one we'd picked up from freecycle which started out fine but ended up with us sitting on the floor), but I'm afraid these children are going to wear the fabric off of this one before I can even think about looking for another set.
And, as you can see, Pippin the cat must be wherever the girls are sleeping, If they happen to shut the door to wherever they choose to lay their heads, Pip will howl like the wind and cry like a rainstorm until I allow her communion with her children once again.
As for me, I'll take my own bed, thank you, and I'm so cruel as to not allow any animals to sleep with me.
Do your children sleep in weird places?
