Home Sweet Home!

We're back!

It was a...fun...trip. Well, that's not entirely true...some parts of the vacation were pretty lousy (and I cried) but we were away from work and with my brother's family so that was good. I will fill you in on the details later but I have an appointment with my bed.

Have you met my bed? It's not only lovely, but it is very, very comfy...and calling my name. See, my bed and I have a special relationship and we miss each other very much when separated. While I was gone, my bed had an old comforter and a giant teddy bear to keep it company. I, on the other hand, had another bed that should not have been classified as a sleeping apparatus. No, not at all. In fact I think "slab of granite" is a more fitting description of that thing, albeit disguised to look as if rest would be possible. Many a nights were spent trying to force sleep upon that charlatan. Didn't help that we had to wedge the pack n' play between two beds, giving the Boy the leverage he needed to escape his nightly confinement. Yeah, that wasn't fun, either; especially when he wakes up so much earlier than me on account of the "can't sleep on hard, sheet-covered cement."

Night, night!