When we fall asleep at night, we enjoy the silence and the space. It's nice but like anything else, it doesn't last for long.
Around 1 or 2a.m., I feel the first jab to my ribs. Usually I move a bit and fall right back to sleep. Another hour passes and I feel something tugging at my feet as the covers slowly and deliberately leave my body.
I look and see that Bob is on the floor while each child lays comfortably in the middle of the bed. I am hanging on by one leg until the dog climbs up and I join Bob on the floor. They all snore loudly and proudly, while the King and Queen of the home get little rest.
This my friends, is why I am not a morning person.
