I was getting Jackson dressed for bed last night as he was twirling around like a whirling dervish he shouts, "Mommy get off my bed!!!" I ask him why? He replies, "Cause it’s MY BED." As he stands there naked with no clothes on, hand on hip, one foot flipped out tapping it as fast as his little naked self could tap. So I finished getting him dressed and he continues to spin in circles down the hallway to the couch. He eventually falls asleep on the couch and with a huge sigh I think, I can get in my bed with no 3 year old in it with me...YEAH!!! I make my way to my bed and fall asleep rather quickly.
Now it is 2am and I hear a cry running through the kitchen and there he is next to my bed. I pick him up and place him in the bed once again with me. I ask him with the same whine, “Please get off my bed!” Jackson with thumb in mouth and eyes closed says, “No you get off mine and daddy's bed." I roll over and close my eyes and try to go back to sleep. 4am rolls around and here I am with my head arched back trying to reach the pillow, legs hanging off the bed and arms asleep. I try to re-position myself and Jackson with his sleeping thumb voice whimpers, "Momma get out of my bed. I can’t get right." I finally get myself on a small sliver of bed and realize he has peed in my bed. I take a deep breath, get up and take the sheets off the bed. Jackson is now redressed in my bed and I have found myself on the couch once again. The entire time I am thinking, Can I get a bed???
Now it is 2am and I hear a cry running through the kitchen and there he is next to my bed. I pick him up and place him in the bed once again with me. I ask him with the same whine, “Please get off my bed!” Jackson with thumb in mouth and eyes closed says, “No you get off mine and daddy's bed." I roll over and close my eyes and try to go back to sleep. 4am rolls around and here I am with my head arched back trying to reach the pillow, legs hanging off the bed and arms asleep. I try to re-position myself and Jackson with his sleeping thumb voice whimpers, "Momma get out of my bed. I can’t get right." I finally get myself on a small sliver of bed and realize he has peed in my bed. I take a deep breath, get up and take the sheets off the bed. Jackson is now redressed in my bed and I have found myself on the couch once again. The entire time I am thinking, Can I get a bed???
