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crowded bed

A crowded bed, not being able to turn over, stretch, or move all night, all in regard for a sleeping child who has left their own bed in favor of yours.   Sore muscles in the morning, not the best night's sleep...it's a common experience for many parents.  I'm not just talking about human children here, but pets too.  My kids are older and regularly sleep in their own beds, but we have a standard poodle who has filled the role as "baby" of the family.  When she stretches out, she takes up most of the bed.  She starts out in her own bed each night, but she never stays there.  There are regular conversations on how this should not be happening.  But she's just so cute, and persuasive.  Oh yes, we also have two cats.  Sometimes they like to sleep on the bed too.   So last night, we made another stand...no dog on the bed.  It actually worked, until nearly five am.  Nevertheless, I didn't sleep so well last night.  I didn't move, even though my legs ached and I wanted to stretch out.  I felt something by my feet and assumed it was one of the cats.  Finally, sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I couldn't stand it any longer, so I gently pushed the cat off the bed with my foot.  It didn't feel like a cat though, and it made a loud clunk when it hit the floor.  That's when I finally looked.  It was a "cat" all right, just not what I expected.  I just spent most of the night carefully avoiding waking up my son's tiger flashlight...hope it was appreciated!

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Reader Comments (6)

Oh now that's funny. I would never let my cat or dog on the bed. Heck, they aren't even allowed in my room. The dog isn't even allowed up the stairs. It took a while, but the cat doesn't come in our room at night, even though our door is open. The dog sleeps locked in her crate. Neither of them make a sound until we get up in the morning. I love my sleep too much for that! :)

October 23, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterMichelle

Aw! This is such a sweet story of parenthood. Thanks for sharing it with us!

October 23, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterTara

Lol!! So funny.

My poor sad dog is not allowed on the beds. However after several years we relented and let her on the couches. One of the couches. The one I dont sit on.

October 23, 2012 | Unregistered Commentersarah

brooklyn sleeps with us...

enough said :)

October 23, 2012 | Unregistered Commenterdenise

Hahaha! That is hilarious!!

October 24, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterKat

Oh, just laughing. Thank you for that - the laugh. Oh, that is SO parenthood. One day, as I was cooking a complicated supper, I realized that I had been standing two feet away from the sink, politely not trampling on a dog who had decided to lie on the little rug in front of the counter. And that I'd been reaching into the fridge the same way, politely not shoving a dog out of my way. Finally, I stopped and thundered, "DOGS OUT OF THE WAY," realizing that being polite has its limits.

October 28, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterK

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