One mom in the constant struggle to stay on top of EVERYTHING

One mom in the constant struggle to stay on top of (seemingly) everything: kids, husband, family, friends, pets, our health, school, work, the house, the groceries, the meals, her looks, the holidays, the toys, the mess, the birthday parties, the gifts, the playdates, growing good human beings -- ALL OF IT! And most importantly, trying to keep her sanity and enjoy herself.

10.29.2010

My bed.

My bed is so not the oasis of rest it once was years ago.  My pillows give me a neck ache, my mind won't let me fall asleep, my pile of things to read keeps growing and a certain three-year-old little boy climbs into it.  Every. Damn. Night.

We have a king size bed.  There's plenty of room for me and Jon and Leona, Señor and Ruby, too.  However, it seems that whenever said boy climbs into the bed, he is immediately perpendicular to my body, kicking me in the ribs and pushing me off the side.  This issue is exacerbated when Jon is gone because usually Jon is my blockade.  Now I have no blockade.

Nate's been doing this as long as he's had his big bed.  He got that in March.  I tried making charts, wooing him with stars to earn a new toy, but he just didn't give a flip.  I had him pretty well sleeping in his bed almost all night while Jon was out of town for two weeks.  I worked pretty hard walking him back to his bed over and over.  But when Daddy came back, it was all over and since Jon "kinda like[s] it", here we are again.  Jon, out of town; me, kicked in the ribs.  Jon gets home tomorrow.

The pillow situation is another thing entirely.  Is there such thing as a pillow expert?  I need one.  Jon and I used to joke about "the Pillow of Death" because it seemed one of us would have it every night and we never knew which pillow it was.  See, we have A LOT of pillows.  Totally my fault.  I cop to that.  I like to read in bed so I bought big king size firm ones to lean against, plus we have all the other regular old pillows that if you get just the right combination can be fine.  And don't forget Smooshy.  I must keep Smooshy.  I think the need for a million pillows came from pregnancy where I needed one between my legs and one behind my back and one to hold onto...you get the idea.  Jon would just tell me "goodbye" at night as I climbed into my pillow fort.   Well, it ain't working anymore and I need a new system!  I have no idea where to start.

Once I have some time, I think I'll do an evaluation of all the pillows.  Didn't Oprah have a show a while back about yucky, old pillows.  Maybe I'll look that up and do a little research.  In any case, another thing on my list of things to do!  Hopefully, it will save my neck a little, though.  And, hey!  I blogged today!  Good for me!!

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