There were two in the bed…

I wrote this a few months ago, but after a particularly uncomfortable night with both kids snuggled into our bed, it seems particularly appropriate this morning…

There were two in the bed when the mummy heard: thud-thud-thud-thud-thud. Click. Bathroom sounds. Click. Thud-thud-thud.

There were three in the bed as the little boy with icy toes climbed in between his mummy and daddy and rolled over.

The mummy coughed quietly and the daddy snored. The little boy fell fast asleep.

There were three in the bed when pad-pad-pad-pad “hem-hem?” The mummy kept her head down and opened her eyes just far enough to see the top of the little one’s head. “Hem hem?” … Hem Hem?” … “HEM HEM!” The mummy prodded the daddy. “I think someone’s trying to announce their presence” “Go on then” said the daddy, granting permission for the little one to climb in.

There were four in the bed as the little one snuggled in next to the mummy and sleepily asked if the elf had visited Father Christmas yet.

There were three in the bed as the mummy lept out of bed to check if she’d remembered to move the elf.

There were three in the bed and the little one rolled over into her brother’s arms. “What a lovely present” he yawned and cuddled up to her.

There were three in the bed as the mummy tiptoed in and heard the little one whisper “Let’s have dreams about My Little Ponies and Leapster games”

The mummy tried to work out how to squeeze back into bed in the dark.

There were three in the bed as the little one padded out for a wee. The daddy and little boy snored while the mummy strained to hear what was going on in the bathroom. Pad-pad-pad “Turn the light off!” pad-pad-pad. Click. “I can’t see!”

There were two in the bed as the mummy scrambled out to help the little one find her way back.

There were four in the bed and the little one said “cuddle me?” So the mummy gave her a big cuddle and she fell asleep in her arms.

There were four in the bed as the mummy rested her head and smiled at her little family all snuggled up together.

There were four in the bed when the little boy with icy toes kicked his covers off and rolled on top of them. There were four in the bed and the little one had now fallen asleep like a dead weight on the mummy’s arm. The mummy reached over with her free arm and tugged at the covers under the little boy but it was no use. The mummy desperately searched around the side of the bed with her free arm for anything to cover the little boy in. No good.

There were four in the bed when the mummy dragged her numb arm out from underneath the little one “CUD-dle!” and the little one rolled over to the warm spot where the mummy had been. The mummy tucked the little boy back in, sighed, and saw that there was no room in the bed.

There were three in the bed and the mummy went downstairs.

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