Wyatt's Sleeping Arrangements

I can't get a break on sleep. I'm convinced if I got just 3 days in a row uninterrupted sleep I could feel better. However, this is not likely to happen ever. Jerry snores and smells funny, so does Wesley. It doesn't help Wes ends up with me at some point of the night. If he doesn't start out the night in our room,  he just shows up at some point. If he makes it to the morning in his own bed then he yells around 5 a.m. "Where's mommy at?" until he receives an answer, a habit that must be stopped immediately. At this point one of two thing happen:

1. Wesley snuggle time
2. Enter Wyatt.... Good morning, He's awake and ready to play. Wesley and Wyatt are ready for the day. Maybe if I was less fun, the boys would be less eager to start the day.

So, I have become quite comfortable alone on the couch.

I love the couch, it's quite, no one snores, smells funny or kicks me. When my legs are twitching and cramping I don't bother anyone. I even have a couch in the back room next to the fireplace where I can snuggle up when ever I want. Did I mention I love the couch. Plus, if I'm in the back then it is less noisy, increasing the chance I get for three hours of consecutive sleep.

Friday we hit the deer. Since, I was having even more pain and a MRI in the morning, I got some sympathy sleep. By Sunday it was over. I should have known Sunday night when Jerry brought Wyatt upstairs he insisted I come up to bed. But I had such a good thing going. Then at 3 a.m. instead of getting the bottle himself and comforting my poor baby boy, Jerry comes downstairs to my only alone space and wakes me up to get Wyatt. What makes men unable to comfort babies at night? I guess it doesn't matter because Tuesday instead of taking Wyatt upstairs he left him on the couch with me. I know falling asleep with your baby is not the best thing, but a person can not survive awake and alone.

Jerry obviously was on to me. I started sleeping more and more, feeling a little better. Then BAM!*! gone, as fast as it came. My love affair with the couch was tragically stolen away when Jerry left Wyatt with me all night. I was confined to the short couch on the other side of the room. Next to the window, where there is just enough light from the street light to make sleeping extremely uncomfortable. Why must I an adult woman 5'4'' sleep on a 3 foot couch, and a baby 29" sleep on a six foot couch? I'll tell you why, I NEED to sleep. However uncomfortable, loud or cramped. I need to sleep.

As a woman, I adapt. By midnight I realize I was busted. Goodbye, couch, I'll miss our time alone. Maybe someday you can offer me the comfort I so desperately seek.