The Fairly Odd Mother

I’m never sure who I’ll find in my bed.

Ever since we finally moved D out of our bed (the only place he’d ever slept), I can expect him to creep back in around 3am. He usually snuggles right in and falls to sleep. Call me creepy, but I can’t bear the thought of putting him back in his own bed. Maybe I’ll do it when he starts smelling like a boy.

Sometimes, though, I’ll wake to find a little blond head nestled under my chin, and just as I’m putting my arms around what I think is my little guy, he’ll show up next to the bed whispering, “UP!”

Such is life with two children of similar size and hair styles, despite being eighteen months apart and different genders.

Jilly has been sneaking into our bed about twice a week for the past few months. She is almost six, so I have no problem quietly bringing her back to her room and putting her back in her own bed. But, more than once, I’ve picked up the child I thought was Jilly only to see that it is D when I deposit him in her bed. In my defense, I’m as blind as a bat without my glasses, in the dark.

D, as the youngest, gets dibs on our bed, even though I do feel guilty about moving Jilly back. I’ve tried to let them both stay, but two children make me too warm and uncomfortable, even in our big king-size bed.

At least the oldest, Belly, knows to wait until Fairly Odd Father has gone to work in the wee hours of the morning before she sneaks into his spot in the bed.

I hear that there are families whose children stay in their bed all night long, but I think they use a lot of duct tape.

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