I wake up every morning with two kids, a dog and a Jason slowly pushing me off the last square inch of my king-size bed. But the thing is, none of them come to the bed solo. Grady brings two blankets, and a stuffed bunny. Annie Bea brings a giant Clifford dog, her “beauty box” and a pair of shoes. Hammy brings a tennis ball that has to rest on the top of my head. And Jason sleeps with his laptop.
I’m sure I’ll look back on these cuddly nights with the family and wish for them back someday. But not today. My back is broken and I have the steel tip of a small cowgirl boot in my ear.
Everyone get out of my bed! And take your shit with you!