So my youngest Dayne would rather go to bed in his own room (albeit at his own time) but he wakes up in the morning and either wants to get in bed with me or rudely pulls the covers off of me and tells me to "UP NOW!, Me EAT!" However when he wants to "sleep" with me I think it be easier if I could just unzip the womb and have him curl up in there. He has to be on my pillow, a hand on each cheek, his feet under my fat roll. I also have to be "hugging" him and his head has to be touching me. It takes all morning for him to get comfy all the while taking breaks and screaming at me to scratch his back, rub his tummy, scratch his arms, scratch his legs. I am half asleep and merely complying, hoping that this torture will end soon so I can go back to sleep for just another 5 minutes at least. Tonight I put up the baby gate - in his door frame. Muahahahahaha, no more getting out of bed all night (while Chett and I are still awake, watching TV in the living room) to tell us he peed, he needs juice (he gets a small amount of water) that he wants to watch a different movie, that he wants to sleep with bubba yada yada yada etc etc etc omg....So I put the gate up. He is currently up there yelling his needs into to the air. My secret happiness is that he can't get out of the room until I get him out or until Wylde pulls the gate down. Either way I will be up and my womb will have been intruder free! Woot!!!
Stay Funny San Diego, Daya
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