So, for the past 7-1/2 years, I’ve been playing a game that I call musical beds. Basically, it involves me laying down with the kids in their beds until they fall asleep, sneaking back into bed with Andy, and then laying down again with the kids during their night awakenings. All 3 of the kids wake up during the night. Jude and Asher are convinced that I sleep with them the entire night. I never know where I will end up and I sometimes don’t remember how I got there. These days, Jude sleeps in a queen-sized bed in the “airplane roomâ€; Asher sleeps on a twin-sized mattress on the floor of the airplane room and Levi (who used to sleep on the crib mattress at the end of our bed, gets transferred sleeping into the toddler bed in the turquoise room).
Last night, it was musical beds gone bad, really bad. I got the kids to bed, snuck back to my real bed and was fast sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night (I have no idea when), I heard Jude calling for me and I dutifully jumped up and went across the hall to snuggle up with him in his queen-sized bed. I plopped myself on Jude’s queen-sized bed and landed in a giant pool of Jude’s vomit. I was covered from head to toe in stinky, wet, chunky vomit. Meanwhile, Jude was across the hall, cleaning himself up from his surprise gut attack.