When I wasn't born yet, my parents slept soundly and nicely. Then I was born,
sleep for them was...what sleep? As I got older, it got a little better because I was
sleeping in my room. Then I turned 2. That's when I decided that it would be a good
idea to get up at 2am and walk over to my parents room and sleep between them.
This puzzled them, but they let me anyway. It started to get annoying because it
reminded them of the dark days when they had broken sleep or no sleep at all.
What's worse is they woke up every hour with various body parts shoved in their
ribs, nose, ears, or eyeballs. Sometimes, a karate face smack might occur at 3am
and they really didn't like that. We usually ended up in this formation:
I also tend to get hot so I always get out of the blanket and do this:
This leaves half of my parents' bodies exposed to the cold while I maintained
a nice body temperature because I'm still sandwiched between them. They didn't
like that either. Good new is, I am now back sleeping in my room! Like I mean
straight through the night. My parents are really happy about that, but once in a
while I hear them talking about how they miss getting kneed in the spine at 2:30am.
while I hear them talking about how they miss getting kneed in the spine at 2:30am.
Images courtesy of Christoph Niemann's blog from New York Times:
His website is: http://christophniemann.com/
Check his work. They're really cool