3 a.m. Post

Good Morning...or should I say Good night? I am sure you are all wondering what in the world is she doing posting at three in the morning? I am kind of wondering that myself. Well, it started with my first born quietly coming up and tapping me on the the shoulder..."mommy, can I sleep with you?" "I can't sleep". So, I make room in the middle of Aaron and I. Then about an hour later I hear my second born loudly traipsing up the stairs, turn the light on in the bathroom, he does nothing quietly, you know strangely enough that is one of the things I love about him. That is when I gave up and just got up to make room for him. We have a king size bed, but it just isn't big enough anymore for the four of us. So, here I am downstairs in the cold family room wishing I could just go back to sleep. Oh and I need to mention that the dog decided that she needed to go outside too? Now as I lay here on the couch (did I say that I wish I was upstairs in my comfy warm bed?) I was beginning to feel a bit angry that they are in MY bed or as they have always called it the "Big Bed". I need to remind myself that I am so lucky to have those two and the fact they feel comforted coming to us in the middle of the night if they wake up. So now my anger ceases to feelings of contentment in knowing how blessed I am. That "Big Bed" holds so many dear memories...OK now get your minds out of the gutter...I guess I should clarify... family memories. The nightly feedings when I nursed these babies...those nights when they needed soothed from nightmares...nights when they had high temps and the flu...just those special snuggle times in the mornings when we watched cartoons...card games...laughs and tickles...bed time stories. Wow, life is good! Even though I CAN'T SLEEP!