As parents, we strive to give our children everything.
Unfortunately, sometimes they take too much. Especially when it comes to bed space.
Last week, we moved into a new apartment, and Detective Munch acquired both a new bedroom and a new bed. Understandably, since he’s only five, he’s been a little skittish about sleeping in his new bed in his new room in our new apartment. (To be fair, I’m almost 40 and I’m a little skittish about the new place too, although my nerves mostly relate to the electric bill.) As we all adjust to our new home, Mom and Buried and I have allowed him to sleep with us a few times.
Obviously, as anyone who’s attempted co-sleeping before already knows, my son has been the only one actually sleeping. I mean, we were basically kicked out of bed. Unless we didn’t mind being kicked in the face and in the stomach and in the crotch.
For today’s Wordless Wednesday, I offer you evidence of one of my son’s many sleep impositions.