Showing posts with label When do they stop kicking you out of your own bed? She kicked me back into my room (and out of her bed) around 5am. Show all posts
Showing posts with label When do they stop kicking you out of your own bed? She kicked me back into my room (and out of her bed) around 5am. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

No Room at the Inn

Abby needed a new bed yesterday so we went, after school, to shop for one.

Shopping for a new bed is a lot more fun than I remember in the past.

I'm also pining for sleep a lot more now than I once was so those two are probably related.

After rolling around on twenty-one naked mattress tops, Abby chose one with teddy bear faces quilted all over it.  Good  marketing, Mattress People. 

Good mattress, too.  It is a memory foam delicious specimen of sweet pillowy goodness.

 I happen to know first-hand:



So do Sadie, Sparrow, and seventeen of Abby's closest stuffed allies.

Should've bought a locking doorknob instead.

Does anyone else wonder how I slept 8 cm away from dog foot?
Cozeee.