I've always been adamantly opposed to the whole concept of a "family bed" in my house. Many of my friends co-sleep, it works for them and that's all that matters. I just wanted no part of it. I like my space, and I like the seperation for 8-12 hours of peaceful slumber :-)
My kids now refuse to sleep in my bed. Even when he is sick and vomiting every 15 minutes, Aidan insists on sleeping in his own bed. Its just what he's used to...its his bed. I would love to eliminate some sheet changes in those rare incidents, but otherwise, I am really glad my kids have developed such strong sleeping habits. And that my bed is my own.
I've been sick lately. A lot. Hubs still has to go to the office, and I somehow have to manage being Super Mom. Well, given the "norm" as of late, the definition of Super Mom has expanded to include hours of PBS cartoons from the comfort of Mommy's bed while I hide under the covers and plead with God to give me the strength to get up and carry on despite how ill I've felt. The kids lay around my cocoon of blankets and laugh and squeal as they watch George get into trouble, take a stroll down Sesame Street, learn new words from a talking dog, and ask lots of questions just like Sid. Its a beautiful thing that they give me this time to try and "feel better" before getting them breakfast. And when I'm able to enjoy the snuggles and giggles, our morning cartoons under my covers will be my favorite part of the day.
So, it seems in the end, we have a family bed afterall ;-)
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